fool you

[brightbluegirl]

I remember when I lived with roommates, and looked forward to moving to my own apartment so I could be free from whoever it was that kept leaving the cupboards open.

And then, moving into my own apartment, walking into the kitchen, seeing cupboards left open, and only THEN realizing it had been absentminded me all along.

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I also remember, again when I lived with roommates, placing the butter on top of the toaster oven, just for a while, and thinking "if I leave it there, some idiot will use the toaster oven without removing the butter, and the butter will melt everywhere"

And then using the toaster oven, and forgetting to move the butter, and watching it melt everywhere.

(I also remember telling my roommate about it, and she LAUGHED AND LAUGHED, which really is the only correct response)

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[(Anonymous)]

We've left plastic-wrapped stuff on top of the toaster before. . . Melted plastic is not a pretty sight, nor is it exactly the smell of the year. Unless you're nominating it for "worst smell of the year," which is might win. Along with burnt hair. ~ Youmna

[blowtorch-betty.livejournal.com]

Teeheehee! So much for the big mystery!

We've been making pizza every sunday for over five years now and it's so damn good (if I do say so myself) that our friends keep asking when we're having them over for pizza. Well, we tried this once and ended up with a yummy pile of melted plastic on the top of our stove. I suppose the back story regarding the superb greatness of our pizza wasn't really necessary but I thought I'd throw it in anyway.

So, I spent the two days prior to the event making a few different kinds of dough, which I stored in plastic lidded bowls in the fridge. The day of said event I brought them out a few hours ahead of time so they could miraculously regenerate their life within in time to become our dinner. One lonely little bowl was forgotten like chastity vows on prom night and needed a quicker means of recuscitation, this resulted in it's placement in the poorly advised position of the top fo the stove...toward the back...where the heat from the oven vents.

Mmmm, half baked lump of dough slathered in a gooey layer of melted plastic. I realize that many places sell similar items as a delicacy (Cinnabon, McDonalds, etc.) but we chose the route least likely to bring about litigation and threw the sadly deformed attempt at culinary majesty into the trash bin.