I should feel lucky that my smoke detector is sensitive and detecty. It’s so good it goes off when I use my hair dryer. It’s just looking out for my cats and me.
Tonight, I cooked dinner and my smoke detector got the opportunity to remind me it cares. I’m actually quite a good cook; however, my oven doesn’t seem to agree with my methods. Coupled with an eager smoke detector and you have an open window, scared kittens, and delightfully browned chicken grillers. Cooking dinner was nice. I took time to clean up the kitchen a tad as I cooked my grillers, corn, and Stove Top Stuffing. It was kind of a two-fer. It was a long day and I took time for me. I was at work til 7pm and yet, I still have things to do and can’t really unwind and relax for the night. I must admit, I’m tired of that feeling. I’m a responsible, accountable person, but I have limits and today was a relentless, exhausting day (for reasons I will not discuss) that I wish I could wash away from existence. I suppose I’m a bit sad and confused and angry. and tired. very tired. I’ve digressed.
I wonder, am I still me? I thought I was, but a comment from the other night has stuck with me. I was mean and that’s not who I want to be. Witty and sarcastic are okay as long as they are light and cheerful too. Who have I become?
My oven misses me. No longer do I make random cookies. Not that I used to do it all that much, but I haven’t baked cookies once this year which is slightly odd. And really, I haven’t done much more than bake in that oven. It’s electric standard issue apartment quality and I prefer gas.
Detect-y? I nearly spit out my coffee.
I love it that your oven won’t conform to your methods.
P.S. HI ANDY!!!