.. yep, that's what I have. This happens 8/10 that I decide to broil anything. French bread being the most frequent victim. In my mind I think that it's just a couple of minutes and I can remember it, as most normal people would believe. Then BAM.. something or someone distracts what little attention span I have and next thing you know the dinner bell, I mean the smoke detector, is screaming.
It's embarrassing enough that this happens frequently, but the icing on the cake is that my girls have the routine down..
- Smoke detector squeals.
- They immediately stop whatever they were doing.
- Ryleigh opens up the front door and windows.
- Avery gets the back door and a chair out so I can push the reset button.
Just like we practice.
Regularly.
3 comments:
Is it possible for you to make any other kind of bread?
And whenever this happens, no need to throw it away, send it to my mom. This was how she cooked bread. On purpose.
You'd definitely be the fave daugther in law then.
Time to update. JSYK.
Dear "daughter-in-law", I am now a lurker. Now that I have my desk job and the net, I am so busy at work that all I do is read blogs. Yes Sarah is right, love burnt bread. But what she doesn't know is the history of it. I also have your knack for bread. I just got used to eating it burned. I am proud you have your girls so well trained. Please keep blogging, you kill me, I love it. People at work think the new girl is crazy...
love, your mother-in-law Arla, Arta, Nola etc.
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