Fire in the disco
It's a good thing the former tenants dismantled the smoke detectors in our apartment before we moved in, because I just turned a roast yellow pepper into an ENORMOUS BALL OF FIRE.
My instincts were pretty solid on this one: without reflecting, I put it back into the oven, turned off the broiler, and held the door tight until it consumed all the oxygen in the space and went out. Given the wide range of reflex actions I could have conceivably performed, I was pretty happy with myself.
Moreover, the pepper came out perfectly cooked.
My instincts were pretty solid on this one: without reflecting, I put it back into the oven, turned off the broiler, and held the door tight until it consumed all the oxygen in the space and went out. Given the wide range of reflex actions I could have conceivably performed, I was pretty happy with myself.
Moreover, the pepper came out perfectly cooked.