Another OldTimer's Moment

So, I decided to bake turnovers for my Significant Other and myself. Set the oven for 475 degrees, mentioned to SO that I would probably set off the fire alarm, put the two apple turnovers in the oven, and went to the couch and set up my nest of blanket, pillow, book and wiggled in. 25 minutes later the buzzer went off for the oven.

"What the hell is that?" I cried. "Why'd you set the timer?" I accused SO.

He looked at me like I was totally nutso - and in a flash of miraculous insight, I finally remembered that it was ME - a mere 25 minutes ago.

Then I pulled out the not-quite-burnt-yet turnovers and went back to the box that said "turn oven down to 400 degrees as soon as you put the turnovers in the oven."

And finally, in shock and a daze, I put the glass pan into the sink and just *started* to pour water on it and it exploded in a million razor sharp little slivers of glass.

Boy, this is going to be a bumpy ride.

And, yes, the fire alarm went off without a hitch!



Cindy H. said...

I suppose this would be the wrong time to point out that turnovers don't have to come from a box?

JeanieSpokane said...

You obviously assume I can cook.

MarmiteToasty said...

*rolling me eyes* lol


Cindy H. said...

So the fire alarm went off?
I'm thinking this was all a ruse to get some fresh, hot firemen delivered to your front door.

JeanieSpokane said...

O, I'm glad they didn't show up - in my state, and my luck, I'd get the old should-have-retired-years-ago, paunchy cigar smoking cook because the hotties were already with someone else.

Cheryl said...

I laughed so hard I cried....so glad I set down my cup of tea and swallowed the mouthful before the timer went off and you went nutso!

You are laugh-therapy, my friend!

Rich! Cher