Damn. And this one was a stand-by for when I don't feel like cooking, a frozen vegetarian lasagna from Costco. This instructions said to lift up one corner of the plastic (yes, plastic) seal to vent and cook at 375F for 45 minutes. 43 minutes later I get a beeping error code from my oven and the appetizing aroma of melting plastic is filling the house. Apparently my range gives an error code when the oven gets too hot. Yikes. And the smoking pile of mess that was supposed to be dinner is now sitting on the back porch cooling so I can throw it in the outside trashcan.
Looks like we're getting fast food for dinner again, or "chicken fries!" as Brandon calls it. Same as last week when I dropped the casserole on the floor as I pulled it out of the oven to stir. Well, at least that will give the house a chance to air out.
Is this patrol over yet? Rob is definitely the cook in the family.
Hmm, let's see, an ode to the burnt dinner perhaps?
smoldering plastic,
Sonja is cooking again.
Wendy's, anyone?
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I have an ultrasound on Friday so I'll know how she's measuring then, but at my last ultrasound at 28 weeks she was measuring exactly right on. :D
I LOVED seeing you at playgroup!!!
Sonja, maybe its your oven not you.
If you want to come over for dinner again you are more than welcome.
I can so relate to this post. I'm a former Navy wife. (ex-Navy not ex- wife!) ;-) I swear when my hubby was out to sea I ate cereal or cold salads every night for dinner. Thank god, we didn't have kids yet, I'm not sure what I would have done. The up side was that by the time his tin can was done circling the Atlantic for months on end, I was usually a dress size more slender.
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