Damn Texas Toast
Ok so today I started my new mom job. I picked Emily up from the bus stop and we came home, hung out for a while and then I started dinner. Her mom left me a note that there was pasta in the fridge and Texas toast in the freezer. "Ok," I thought. "That isn't to daunting of a task." So I find my way around the kitchen getting pots and pans, ect. I went to pre-heat the oven for the Texas Toast and I was about to set the top oven on when Emily told me, "My mom always uses the bottom oven because it cooks better." And so I turned on the bottom oven in order to pre-heat it. 5 minutes in I thought I saw a burst of flame in the oven but I just attributed it to my werid eyes. Ha. Then Emily asks, "Is there anything in the oven? Because I think smoke is coming out." Needless to say...there was. Her mom had made us cookies and put them in a plastic tupper-ware in the bottom oven. That plastic tupper-ware is now dripping all over the racks and bottom of the stove and so my task for the next week is to get that cleaned up. Oy.
Moral of the story is, stay away from the damn Texas Toast. Perhaps it is only to be eaten by the Texans.
Moral of the story is, stay away from the damn Texas Toast. Perhaps it is only to be eaten by the Texans.