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[kokopellinelli]

I have made a lovely meat and veggie lasagna and now have a blackberry-peach pie in the oven. I have flour smudged on my nose, five jillion dishes fermenting in the sink, and I'm wearing an apron. God I love the holidays.

EDIT: GODAMMIT, BURNED THE GORRAM PIE.

Know why?

BECAUSE I'M A FECKIN MORON THAT'S WHY.

I knew the broiler needed to be monitored constantly. So WHY did I walk away and LEAVE it for 3 minutes?? Stupid stupid stupid. *glares*

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[milestogo13.livejournal.com]

*was about to hug you after the first paragraph and tell you how cute you were being, but has decided to dive behind the couch instead*

And you're not a fecking moron. :P A fecking moron would have not turned the oven on and become confused by the lack of activity several hours later.

[kokopellinelli]

A fecking moron would have not turned the oven on and become confused by the lack of activity several hours later.

I um...I've done that before, too. Once with cookies (and I'd already baked one batch, then turned the oven off before putting the other batch in...) and once with the crockpot when I was making stew. I turned the switch on but forgot to plug it in. *hangs head*

[milestogo13.livejournal.com]

See, plugs have foiled many a greater mind than ours. The plugged-innedness of something is taken for granted by everyone eventually.

And as for the cookies, we all have our moments. *hugs*

[kokopellinelli]

*cling*

[hellziggy.livejournal.com]

Our Thanksgiving dinner was an hour late because my aunt forgot to turn on the oven for the casseroles and stuff. (The turkeys were in roasters and not affected)