I am a bad blogger.
Any blogger worth her salt, when bizarre things happen in her home, whips out the camera and records them for the blog.
so... all I can do is report -- no pics.
Last night, DH was tired and not fully focused on what he was doing when he put the frozen pizza in the oven.
Now I'll admit, it all their frozen glory, frozen cheese pizzas don't look dramatically different on the top and the bottom. And when you're tired, and focused on the all important March Madness, these things can happen.
A good wife would have done the honors herself, and not allowed a basketball crazed man near the kitchen. But this wife was upstairs tapping away on the keyboard, and her man was being a Good Husband, and feeding the children.
It smelled marvelous -- much too early.
And when we opened the oven to remove the crispy bubbly goodness that is pizza (even frozen pizza), we found that the yummy parts were burning happily on the bottom of the oven.
We all put on brave faces. We partook of the all but cheeseless pizza (which still did taste pretty good). But the oven ....
oh the oven.
Luckily, ours is "self cleaning." So I set it on "clean", and walked away.
The oven did its best. It locked its little door, and cranked its temp up to something frightening that I don't really want to know about.
And then.....It smoked.
Boy did it smoke.
Even prompt application of the stove-top fan and opening various windows and doors was insufficient to keep the whole first floor from smelling of.... burnt stuff.
Luckily for us, DH and I got to go out for dinner. The kids and the babysitter suffered in the smokiness (I assume since they were all indoors when we got home ... but we as we pulled out, they were safe in the fresh air in the driveway).
This morning, I checked the oven.
Lots of ash.
As I addressed the ash, by vacuuming my oven (yep, I vacuumed my oven), it occurred to me that photos should have been taken -- of the cheesy splendour on the bottom of the oven -- of the ash accumulation on the racks, and the piles thereof on the bottom of the oven... of me with the vacuum cleaner. (yes... me... with the vacuum cleaner! that's a rare sight at the best of times).
But... I am a bad blogger. I took no photos.
I finished vacuuming, closed the oven door... and came up here to confess my sins.