Chickens in the Basement

I love to write and I love to laugh. When I write, I get to the point quick. My stories would fit on the back of a postcard. They usually make me chuckle. And you know what they say, "It's all about me!"

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Close, but No Fire Trucks!

Okay, so the fire department has been to my house twice since July because I burned hummingbird food and the toaster nearly caught fire. We were very fortunate both times because the only damage we had was smoke and a bad smell. Needless to say, my children are very sensitive to smells now. I even have this sign over my stove:



Well, every time I turn on my stove, smoke gathers inside the oven and pours out when I open it. I can't figure out why this happens. So, I figured I would try the oven cleaning setting on the stove. When you move the lever across the front of the stove, it locks the oven, turns the heat on as hot as it will go, and cooks the crap out of any spills inside for 4 hours and 20 minutes.


About 20 minutes into the "cleaning", Will hollered down the stairs, "Did you start a fire in the fireplace?" Nope. "Something is burning! What's that smell?" I filled him in on my plans to clean the oven today in the hopes that smoke will no longer waft from my oven when I open it.


He came downstairs to inspect and was met by a wall of smoke in the kitchen. I hadn't noticed the smoke pouring into the living room because I was playing on my computer...reading ya'lls blogs!


"Mom! The alarm is going to go off!" This caught my attention. In less than a minute, my computer was cast aside, I had windows and doors open and a fan sucking out the smoke. This seemed to work. After about an hour, the oven no longer produced smoke, just a whole lot of heat!


I was so relieved when the 4 hours and 20 minutes was over.


You know, once you've been tagged as a woman who burns dinner, the water boils out of the artichokes and the lingering smell of smoke disguises the burning pot. I just added some more water to the charred pot and kept cooking. Smoked artichokes aren't bad. Will did ask, "What are these black flecks on the artichokes?" He didn't believe me when I said "burnt water."

7 comments:

Jenny S said...

You make me laugh every day!! Too funny!

Chicken Boys said...

LMAO @ Failblog

Yarni Gras! said...

heehee....that is a funny story!
My SIL once burned popcorn in the microwave. (Her microwave had a popcorn setting but her mom's didn't.)
BTW, I love the sign!!!!

micki @ ADD housewife said...

ROFL

We had a talking smoke detector and it was so sensitive every time I turned on the oven it would go off. The oven wasn't smoking either. It was just the heat!

The joke became "beep beep beep mommy's cooking"

Chickens in the Basement said...

Hmmmm! Seems we have a lot in common! Our alarm just beeps incredibly loud and makes a phone call (all by itself) to the Stony Hill Fire Department! Smoke makes me very nervous as does the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf!

Anna

Artsy Fartsy Junkin Finds said...

LOL, what a hoot!! Great blog, glad I found you! Hugs, Janna

Thru Pink Curtains said...

you pink sign on the top reminds me of a sign i saw on the bumper of an old car that said " DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT!"