Sunday, March 18, 2007
The Fiery Furnace
Bragging rights, right here. Check out this puppy! French bread gone wild. 8 minutes into cooking time, this bad boy caught on fire in my oven!
I like to think that I'm a good baker. Currently, this is just a thought. I haven't turned out much proof lately that I know what I'm doing in the kitchen. Can I blame it all on my new stove? Probably not, but it has thrown me a giant curveball. It's the original wall oven, and I really like the idea of it. Plus it's cute--Jason took the time to spray paint the door black so it would match my other appliances. I love having drawers under my cooktop--if you think about it, a standard oven/range takes up a lot of room. But my wall oven is really small. (Fortunately for Jay, my cookie sheets still fit into it.) I haven't given up on it yet, but I'm starting to think I'm too optimistic. Most of my food comes out burned, varying between burned tops with doughy bottoms and doughy tops with burned bottoms. So, since we're having company tonight, I suppose we'll eat stir-fry!