Then I relaxed and went on my computer to watch yet another episode of US Masterchef. After some minutes I realized it smelled funny. Smoke! And not the cigarette smoke that is ever so common in my flat, but smokey-smoke. Oh dear, the oven was smoke-filled.
45 minutes later, with the fan on full blast, it was still smelly. And the cleaning lady was here earlier today, leaving the flat with an aroma of cleaning liquid. Darn!Anyway, fortunately I have another oven, so eventually we could enjoy a nice dinner. But as usual, the guest had to work for the food.
4 comments:
what was burning then, the actual oven?
Nah, it was fat stuck to the walls. Took me ages to clean it!
ha ha ha, is this your self-cleaning oven?
B
I know, it's a friggin joke. But at least I can run a program that losens the fat and drops it on the bottom of the oven and clean it up from there. Still, I had to scrub like a maniac.
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