See why I don’t cook??? All l did was turn on the oven,
and put chicken thighs inside.
Then the ear-splitting fire alarm goes off!
I took it down, and put it inside my robe.
Then the one way down the hall joins in the cacophony. Dang! (I know I’m a big girl!!!, but still there ain’t room for both! )
So, I wrapped them both up in my thick blankie. This oughta fix ’em!!
If the smoke gets so thick they go off again, I better hi-tail it outta here myself!!
Even the alarms get alarmed when I try to cook. It just ain’t worth the headache!! That’s why I bake my potatoes in the microwave. Looks like I need to learn how to bake chicken in there as well!! Alternately, just buy canned chicken, and forget the whole “But, I want it hot!” thing. I’m thinking that just might be the best solution.
It’s annoying, depressing, not a good thing at all. Maybe part of my planning for meals should be donning my Haz mat suit??? AND calling the Firemen to be on stand-by???
Even with all the alarms, noise, and smoke, it turned out to be a yummy supper after all!