Just as jon fears (see his comment to my previous post), this blog is going all domestic. And now for my tale of kitchen woe...
Miraculously, Baby decided to favour me with an hour-long afternoon nap today. In that time, I toiled away at the kitchen making a baby-friendly beef casserole. The recipe was from a leaflet about the importance of giving babies iron-rich food, and I was keen to try it out as a grown-up dish.
Now, although our oven is nice and clean (finally), it's just a teeny bit dodgy. For example, biscuits that should take 15 minutes to turn golden brown generally have to be rescued from certain charcoal-ness in just 5.
And that's why, when I left the casserole in the oven - with the heat on "Low" - before telling the boy about it and then leaving the house to attend another mums' group gathering, I should've gotten a premonition that Something Very Bad was going to occur.
I was a little late back and had already forgotten about tonight's dinner in the oven. The kitchen was like a sauna. Dinner was black, hard, and smelled like an unwashed barbeque.
I turned off the oven. But guess what? It wouldn't turn off.
I just hope that tomorrow I remember to turn the main switch on at the wall before I try to cook breakfast. I can just see myself standing there in my towelling dressing gown and pajama pants (yes, I have these now - I'm sure it's something to do with motherhood), cursing because the stove elements won't heat up.