Thursday, July 31, 2008

This Means War


*this is not our oven

Our oven is totally possessed and evil. It has been acting up lately and only turning on sometimes, when it wants to. Now it is only broiling or something even when you set it to bake. It completely burns the top of stuff while the middle is still raw. Last night I was trying to bake a "lighter Pineapple Upside Down Cake" from a recent issue of Everyday Food and after all the preparation and flitting around the kitchen and chopping up a whole pineapple, the oven ruined my cake. I thought it was done, though kind of burnt, when I pulled it out to cool (the top was BLACK). But when I cut into it, the rest was LIQUID BATTER. I can't tell you how traumatic this was for me, seriously. I kept replaying it my mind like if I had seen body parts on the street after a car accident or something. After baking for 45 minutes, my cake was still batter (and also burned). I can't get over it. I also somehow accidentally baked a scratch ticket into the cake (?). Omar was searching all over the house for it, and he SWORE that he handed it to me. I do not remember this, but obviously I had it at some point because I BAKED IT INTO MY CAKE. Go figure.

Although the cake ended up in the trash, the ticket was miraculously salvageable. Omar said he rinsed it off and toasted it in the toaster oven (is this really a good idea?). We didn't win anything.

2 comments:

lovestitches said...

Hahaha! How on Earth did you bake a scratch ticket into a cake? Thats...yeah.
Ovens suck when they don't work. Thankfully I don't cook a whole lot, I've had a few violent moments around the oven when its gone funny.

kawaii crafter said...

LOL, sounds like something I would do, bake a ticket in a cake. just yesterday my husband found my sunglasses with the kid's cups

regarding your comment: I'm not sure if it's the same school you attended. The school uses our church for a place to hold classes. I tried looking it up but I couldn't find it. Did you like Japanese school? I'm thinking of sending my daughter when she gets a little older.