If you know anything about me, you know I hate to cook. I avoid it any way I can. If I didn't have children to feed, I would probably just sell the oven and live off of the three main food groups. Take out, frozen and delivery. Soooo if I hate to cook so much, why am I cleaning my oven on one of the hottest days of the summer? Has being locked in a house with three teenagers finally cracked me? Well, it has but that is not why I am cleaning the oven.
Yesterday, I took my friend out for dinner. The friend who had a really lousy 40th birthday. She left her daughter with my daughters to babysit. The girls wanted to do something nice for my friend so they tried to make her a birthday cake. The key word there is tried. Apparently being out of school for two months also make you forget simple things.. LIKE READ THE DIRECTIONS FIRST!!! They tried to pour all of the batter into one small cake pan. Needless to say, there is no cake. Well, there is half cooked batter in the pan and burnt cake in the bottom of the oven, but nothing to eat. I could have used that as a learning experience. Something along the lines of chemistry. If you add all the ingredients together you get some sort of chemical reaction and the result will be cake batter everywhere but in my tummy.. Ok, so I never excelled in chemistry. How about using it as a math lesson. If you put X volume of batter into a pan that holds X volume what will be the remainder? Cake batter in the bottom of the oven. Yeah, I didn't excel in math either.
And that dear friends is why you will find me in with my head in the oven on one of the hottest days of the summer. If you happen to stop by, don't panic if you walk into the kitchen and see my ass sticking out of the oven and my head firmly placed inside the oven. I am not planning to do myself any harm. At least until I try to eat my cooking but that is another story.