A year or so ago, my friends just to tease me about being somebody who was a cross between Martha Stewart and Bree VandeKamp. Well, needless to say, those domestic goddess days are gone. I went and got myself a real J-O-B. Need I say more?
So now, between dodging the dog hair tumbleweeds in the hall and looking past the grunge everywhere, occasionally I make time to do something domestic with my daughter. Last night was one of those nights. Despite week one of South Beach diet, I agreed to bake cookies last night and let her do the majority of the work. It was fun, UNTIL.....
I'm sitting in my chair watching So You Think You Can Dance (can I just say how much I love this show? As far as I'm concerned, all the guys could have stayed and all the women last night could have gone...). Anyhow, I'm sitting in my chair and I hear a scream and a "MOM, THE COOKIES ARE ON FIRE!"
Now how on earth can chocolate cookie dough catch fire a minute after you put it into your 375 degree oven? So I stroll back out there only to look through the glass and see big sparks and yes, big FLAME! Oh yikes! I've lived through a kitchen fire in the past and it was scary. I turned off the oven, but the sparks and flame keep on going ~ it was the heating element. I called Andy in to the kitchen and here we are dragging a burning range out away from the cabinets so that we can pull the plug. After we got the plug out of the wall, the fire and sparks stopped. Maybe that box of baking soda that was still on the counter would have been a good idea...of course I didn't think of that until later when the fire was out.
So a hotter than blazes day here ended last night with a little too much excitement. I'm calling the repair dude out today because I do NOT want to have to buy a new range.
As for the cookies, I put them into the toaster over and proceeded to burn the snot out of them. Of course, there wasn't one left this morning. I don't know if the dog got them, or the rest of the family, but somebody liked them.
I stumbled across your blog while I was in the process of doing some online research. I've heard about (and experienced) a lot of kitchen mishaps, but I have to admit I've never heard of cookie dough catching on fire; that's a definite first!
Posted by: thebizofknowledge | August 24, 2006 at 08:49 PM
Listen here Betty Crocker, let's try not to burn down the house...
Glad you're all okay .
Love ya B.
Miss T.
Posted by: Tina | August 06, 2006 at 10:30 PM
my goodness barb! i don't believe i've ever seen anything on FIRE in the oven. i'd be terrified. kudos on the quick thinking for you guys. i'm glad it turned out ok... and apparently the cookies didn't turn out as badly as you thought, so that's a bonus too.
Posted by: Kandice | August 06, 2006 at 12:26 AM
OK - I'm sitting in O'Hare waiting for yet ANOTHER delayed flight LMAO...
I can see the excitement in the Hogan house...
Posted by: Ginger | August 05, 2006 at 10:06 PM
Love this story...I can so relate! My domestic skills are sorely lacking these days! Burning them is a good way to make them less tempting on the South Beach diet!
Posted by: Debby | August 05, 2006 at 03:56 PM
: ) I *heart* you... and your cooking skills too! : )
-kelly
Posted by: kelly | August 05, 2006 at 10:52 AM
Oh my heck! Glad all is well..and Sam, you can have all the burnt cookies. :)
Posted by: Becky | August 05, 2006 at 01:46 AM
uh...SCARY? Holy cow...when you come home you do it right! LOL! Glad everyone is OK.
Posted by: Janet Ohlson | August 04, 2006 at 05:37 PM
making cookies is fun...I like the burnt ones too...is that so wrong?!?! :)
hugs.
Samuel Cole
Posted by: samuel cole | August 04, 2006 at 01:29 PM
Good thing your daughter saw the fire! That must have been scary! I hope the guy can fix your range for you.
Posted by: Penny | August 04, 2006 at 09:28 AM