The sunshine tricked us into thinking it was nice outside. It wasn't... Well, at least I don't consider 28 degrees an ideal day to "play at the beach." Harlow, however did.
But he has so much fun here.
I think Harlow enjoys it too.
We came home just in time for the Bulls game. Naturally, I made nachos for the occasion. But not just any kind of nachos. I'm talking grilled chicken, Ricardos beans, shredded Mexican cheese, put in the oven to finish them off kind of nachos. I even switched to broil for the last 3 minutes to get that really good crispy flavor. They were delicious. So delicious in fact I slipped into a noma (nacho coma) immediately after eating them.
I woke up to a smoky filled kitchen- and since our kitchen is basically our entire house, I mean a smoky filled house. Chris casually asked if I had left the oven on. In most cases it wouldn't be a huge deal to leave an oven on for an hour longer. But our oven was built in 1872 and is ran by a village of small elves that start very large gasoline induced fires visible to the naked eye. So I guess you could say it was kind of a "big deal" to leave the oven on broil for 45 minutes too long.
Every plastic utensil that was sitting atop the stove had melted down to its handle. The salt shaker was 50% of its usual size. I'm assuming the only reason the smoke alarm didn't go off is because it's sitting a top our kitchen table right now with the batteries removed. It kept beeping in the middle of the night so one evening Chris was proactive and just ripped it from the ceiling.
No harm no foul. I'm just pissed I lost my favorite utensil. A good spatula is so hard to come by.
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