Not that long ago, I was watching some really horrible show on television. The one character was a lawyer and, since she never cooked, she had hidden all her embarassing romance novels in the stove. At the time, I thought, "This has to be stupidest thing I have ever heard of."
Yeah, well. That’s not what I thought last night as I wrote out Christmas cards while I waited for my oven to pre-heat, wondering, "What, exactly, is that weird smell?"
Friends, that is the smell of two plastic platters, a cast-iron skillet and a big pyrex measuring cup full of metal and plastic cookie cutters pre-heating to 450 degrees – all of which I hid in the oven nearly a month ago while I was getting ready for my party.
Who needs to get some more kitchen storage?* Or, cook more real food/eat less cereal. Either way.
* It does sort of beg the question, why am I keeping all this kitchen crap, if I’m never going to use it. I did use it, back in the day. Honest.