Tuesday, January 20, 2009
My Dad vs. The Flaming Oven of Death
I am absolutely capable of cooking dinner for 7 people. I have done it on NUMEROUS occasions. As such I didn't think twice about inviting a slew of family over for Sunday dinner this week to celebrate the fact that Boy and I are (sort of) married. I planned a menu of veggie meatloaf, lemon and parsley potatoes and roasted carrots. All things which, clearly, are cooked in the oven. Which should have been a no-brainer since I have TWO ovens.
My lower oven, however, decided to be not so cooperative.
I had the potatoes going in the upper oven and the lower one preheating to 350 for the carrots and meatloaf. My dad was knelt down by my fridge, across from the oven. I said "Dad, don't lean back!" (worrying that he might hit his head on the oven door, little did I know!), I opened the lower oven for the carrots . . . then WHOOOSHHHH! Blue flames shot out almost up to the ceiling.
I managed to slam the oven shut pretty quickly and then ascertained that a) my dad still had (most) of his hair and b) I still had my eyebrows. Oh, and also, c) WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?
I think there's something sketchy going on with the oven starter, and fortunately we've got two and one is in perfect working order, but SERIOUSLY, DUDE. That was a NOT FUN way to find out we had oven troubles. Not to mention the whole "new wife almost sets fire to home whilst cooking dinner, hardy-har" thing which is pretty damn near infuriating to me since I CAN COOK A SODDING DINNER, okay?!
Right. Moving on.
Boy and I worked our respective arses off AGAIN this weekend, getting lots of condo and pre wedding things done. We wrote most of our ceremony! We bought luggage! I finally found a bra that I think will fit under my wedding dress! We ripped out the second to last set of (GAH! AWFUL!) blinds in our condo and I sewed up new black linen curtains to take their place! Much was accomplished! And, you know, nothing burnt down. So, hooray for that.