tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post630016575785323879..comments2023-10-19T09:53:38.101-07:00Comments on AmpuTeeHee: out of the frying pan, into the fireMsAmpuTeeHeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03733762919331458954noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-53488503894145117282007-11-16T07:32:00.000-08:002007-11-16T07:32:00.000-08:00Ha!!! Not funny when it happens, obviously, but m...Ha!!! Not funny when it happens, obviously, but makes for a great story. My mother used to store potato chips and saltines in the oven in the summer, and there would inevitably be a cool day in the early fall where she'd be inspired to bake cookies, or want to use the oven to broil steaks or some such. So she'd set it to preheat and then wander off, busy with something else.<BR/><BR/>The results were never this spectacular, though, I gotta say.<BR/><BR/>And I myself once fell asleep with a pressure cooker full of chicken & vegetables on the stove. Over high heat. It was ugly, although it was a new-ish pressure cooker that has a safety feature: a piece that melts and releases the pressure after it's been on the stove too long. I didn't even try to clean the thing out.alphabitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00187332646704867849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-89782397577380139462007-11-13T17:38:00.000-08:002007-11-13T17:38:00.000-08:00This is SO like something I would do too. And I d...This is SO like something I would do too. And I do think there's a certain artistic quality to the meltingness. Not that it makes up for the toxic fumes...Janice in GAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642298460152468319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-45776399500811752462007-11-13T05:26:00.000-08:002007-11-13T05:26:00.000-08:00Oh man I feel for you. I know just how evil that s...Oh man I feel for you. I know just how evil that smell can be. When my boy was just a newborn, my father decided that all the nipples needed to be sterilized in the middle of the night. He put them on the stove to boil and of course he fell asleep on the couch. I have never been so scared in my life. I woke at about 5am to the sound of the smoke alarm. My son's room was right next to mine and I grabbed him up in his blankets and ran outside in my jammies. We ended up sitting outside in January for nearly 3 hours while my folks ran a couple industrial fans to clear the house of smoke. yick!!Becky in Iowa :O)https://www.blogger.com/profile/05181562983809663263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-62973100463552035942007-11-13T05:07:00.000-08:002007-11-13T05:07:00.000-08:00I'm totally not giggling, because I have totally n...I'm totally not giggling, because I have totally never done the same thing (but with a rice cooker).<BR/><BR/>Hee hee hee <-- not giggling, just ... coffee. Stuck in my throat. Ahem.Lorenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12156097768835940764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-62332024214155477402007-11-13T05:00:00.000-08:002007-11-13T05:00:00.000-08:00Oh..sh*t. I really hope that your oven can be clea...Oh..sh*t. I really hope that your oven can be cleaned of all that goop before Thanksgiving! *hugs*Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03345829142268909884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-42943682472031467362007-11-13T03:34:00.000-08:002007-11-13T03:34:00.000-08:00HA HA HA HA HAThat is soooooo something I would do...HA HA HA HA HA<BR/><BR/>That is soooooo something I would do.<BR/><BR/>And that sandwich looks delicious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com