A Mundane Sunday Story
The Week in Selfies: 3/29/21 - 4/4/21
Good evening folx. Coming to you just under the wire of my self-imposed deadline.
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My oven played an April Fool’s trick on me.
Last night, I turned it on to make some cookies. These cookies. From dough I had frozen. It was set to be a wild and crazy Saturday night.
As the oven preheated, I ventured into my room and got back to watching Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Sage. Again, a wild and crazy Saturday night.
Shortly, I began to smell something a little off. My first worry with this kind of stuff is always that there is a gas leak. But, it didn’t smell like rotten eggs so I decided it was best not to worry and went back to my movie.
But five minutes later, the smell was getting stronger and it had a distinct and familiar odor: plastic. I was confused. I do not remember getting plastic anywhere near my oven but the smell kept getting stronger.
Finally, I opened the oven and saw what appeared to be a little piece of plastic on the bottom. I tried to extract it with a fish spatula. That, of course, didn’t work completely. Instead, the smell was now on the spatula and in the oven.
It was clear that there would be no cookies tonight! I’m not gonna lie, the cookie dough was already thawed so…I ate it straight. I regret nothing. (Don’t tell any health inspectors.)
Today, I had the very grown-up and boring plan to do some food prep. You know, roast some veggies, Make some grains. Anything to make the mealtime as minimal as possible.
I cleaned out the leftover plastic residue and turned on the oven. And with it, I turned on the smell again. I decided to give it a few minutes, to see if the smell would burn off. Meanwhile, I took to my friend Google to see what the possible causes could be. Most articles said that a new oven smells like burning plastic for a while. My oven is decidedly not new. And then a few other articles said it could be melting wires. And I thought, “Okay, I’m up. I’m up.” and I turned off the oven.
The next logical step would probably be to call the landlady and have someone come check out the oven. So, I called my Dad.
He suspected there was still some plastic burning away in there. That was certainly a better answer than the oven being broken but it was an answer that would require some work.
“Spring cleaning has begun!” I thought. Then I lit the Olympic flame and pulled out the cleaning supplies. An hour or two later, the racks were spotless (...not spotless, but pretty clean) and the inside of the oven was…okay, only pretty clean too. I turned on the oven and my smell-o-meter to see what the damage was.
Good news, it didn’t smell like burning plastic anymore. It smelled like cleaning supplies for a bit and then a regular ol’ oven.
Bad news, I worked so hard cleaning the oven that I was too tired to do the food prep that I had planned on doing.
I don’t know what you were trying to win Oven, but you did it. Somehow magically transporting a piece of plastic and incinerating it in your depths made me start spring cleaning before I planned it. Brava to you.
Does anyone even like April Fools Day? I like to think no but my sore arms say, at the very least, my oven does.
Monday, March 29, 2021
What did you eat??
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
She chilly.
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Hooray! Astoria!
Thursday, April 1, 2021
Hooray! Groceries!
Friday, April 2, 2021
Uhhhhh.
Saturday, April 3, 2021
Popcorn anyone?
Sunday, April 4, 2021
One of my early Tiktoks.
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