tales of an ordinary girl

So this morning I almost caught the apartment on fire. Seriously. Well, I caught the oven on fire fixing this delicious baby* from Pioneer Woman's catalog of recipes. The butter did pool on me, leaking over the side and that's what caused the fire. But never fear. I saved the delicious casserole by first pulling it out of the flaming oven and running it outside to my deck. Then panicking over it being outside and covering it with foil. Only then did I rush back to the kitchen to pull out the fire extinguisher and put out the fire. See I learned something from Keith about not ruining the food. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??!

The fire alarm only put out three pitiful beeps though and after opening the screen door and turning on all the fans the chemical smell was mostly gone. There wasn't very much smoke to clear out either.

In any case I learned something else. Fire extinguishers smell really nasty when they're the chemical kind and tend to leave a film of nasty-smelling chemical something all over the kitchen. I'll have to clean that up when I get home. But at least the apartment didn't catch on fire. I wonder if Matt will notice.

*No, not a real baby. Atheist baby-eaters are a myth.