Well. I've never had flames shoot out of my oven before! We had friends over for dinner last night, and I was trying to partake in the conversation, the mushroom appetizer, and broil the garlic bread, all at once. The evil left oven (more on it later) decided that broil should be even hotter than usual yesterday. I opened the door to see blackened brickettes of garlic bread. As I opened the door and the air rushed in, the garlic bread actually caught fire.
So I slammed the door. It seemed like the thing to do. Opened the door again. Same ignition in the presence of oxygen. Isn't fire neat? Meanwhile, the smoke alarm is going off, and our guests are in the kitchen.
Turned off the left oven, waited a couple minutes, and then Tim was able to get the remains of the bread out of the oven and out of the house.
Coda: since Tim got the garlic bread out of the house by throwing it into the back yard, I'm having to remove slices of badly charred garlic bread from dog mouths every time they come in. Sam snuck past me last night and chewed a piece all over my side of the bed. Yuck.
At least the rest of dinner was good. :)
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