My mom, folks!
"You're not going to believe what happened with my stove."
"WHAT HAPPENED."
"It's okay, don't panic."
"Don't scare me like that."
"Yesterday, I'm sitting in the dining room, drinking some tea, when the ignitor just turns on."
"What? For no reason? You were baking something?"
"No, that's what I'm saying. The oven was off, and suddenly the ignitor started clicking. First it was going click, click, click, then it went clickclickclickclick and suddenly there are flames and black smoke shooting out of the vent—"
"BLACK SMOKE?"
"Yes, so I ran to the outlet and unplugged it, and luckily it stopped right away."
"I don’t like this!"
"No kidding."
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"
"The repair guy's coming tomorrow, and until then, you know, we'll be using the microwave a lot."
"Alice, I hate to say this, but I think there's something wrong with that oven."
You know, I hate to say this, but I think she might be right.
Posted by: Ginny | October 31, 2007 at 12:16 PM
Wow, do you think there's something wrong with that oven?
Posted by: Megan | October 31, 2007 at 12:28 PM
Well, we are awfully close to Halloween, I'm sure it's just possessed.
Posted by: Alissa | October 31, 2007 at 12:45 PM
Possession definitely... it'll be fine if you sprinkle some holy water on it
Posted by: birchsprite | October 31, 2007 at 12:48 PM
I think you were talking to my mother.
Posted by: elizabeth | October 31, 2007 at 12:50 PM
I hate to say this, but I think you should listen to her. Mother knows best, ya know. :o)
Thanks for the smile.
Posted by: Sherry | October 31, 2007 at 01:06 PM
You know your mom was behind the whole thing, don't you? The trick's on you.
Posted by: Tammy | October 31, 2007 at 01:28 PM
So are you cancelling the repair guy? Because it seems like your mother's pretty much on top of this one.
Posted by: Slim | October 31, 2007 at 02:41 PM
Now if you could just get the pans to hop up on the stove by themselves and cook you up some bacon, you'd be all set.
Posted by: Her Grace | October 31, 2007 at 02:50 PM
Thanks (and thank your mom for me too) for making me laugh out loud at my cubicle. It was kind of nice of her to break that news to you so gently... "I hate to say this..." hahahahaha
Posted by: Lori | October 31, 2007 at 03:17 PM
You were really talking to my mom weren't you? Admit it!
Posted by: Laura | October 31, 2007 at 03:36 PM
Ovens aren't supposed to work like that?
Posted by: All Adither | October 31, 2007 at 04:36 PM
Don't worry about using the microwave. My stove hasn't worked for three years. I've become a master of cooking everything in the microwave and the toaster oven.
Posted by: Thomas | October 31, 2007 at 05:45 PM
I think holy water should fix it. The possesion that is. Or maybe you actually need an exorcist.
Posted by: Veronica | October 31, 2007 at 06:31 PM
They say that Samhain does indicate the closest proximity of the physical and spirit worlds. Maybe some poor meal that was accidentally burned was merely taking it's vengeance.
Posted by: Thursday's Child | October 31, 2007 at 07:19 PM
That was no oven.
Posted by: braine | October 31, 2007 at 08:39 PM
Dude, your kitchen is SO haunted.
Posted by: samantha Jo Campen | October 31, 2007 at 08:42 PM
Your Mom must be best friends with my Mom.
Posted by: Spandrel Studios | October 31, 2007 at 09:01 PM
I am also going with possessed. I once had a novelty can opener short itself out in the drawer, and the three stooges kept sounding off (muffled by the drawer). I wandered the house for 20 minutes, getting progressively more and more freaked out because hearing voices in the house that you can't find? That's bad. Hearing them LAUGHING? That's really bad.
Posted by: wookie | October 31, 2007 at 10:09 PM
I didn't know there was such a THING as a novelty can opener that talks like the three stooges. And wookie is all nonchalant about it, like we've all had that happen before!
Posted by: Rae | November 01, 2007 at 01:02 AM
My mom recently told me that in order to lose weight, you have to reduce what you eat. Master of the Obvious!
Posted by: jenB | November 01, 2007 at 03:25 AM
My Mom's response would have been: "That's weird!" Incidentally, this is the same response she'd have if I told her I suddenly sprouted a third eye.
Posted by: Mom Bomb | November 01, 2007 at 10:19 AM
Maybe there is something wrong with the oven.
Posted by: bitsy parker | November 01, 2007 at 11:16 AM
That could have been a conversation with my mother, as well - the classic over-reacter. Momma's so dramatic she shoulda been an actress.
Posted by: Jenn C | November 01, 2007 at 12:32 PM
So hilarious! Okay, that was my mother, too. Only mine would have tagged a lecture onto the end about how I never took good care of the stove in the first place and if I had just cleaned it more often and not let all that fire-loving grime build up on the inside of the oven, none of this would ever have happened.
See? Your mom missed a great opportunity to make it all your fault!
Posted by: The Yummy Mummy Cooks Gourmet | November 01, 2007 at 12:51 PM
THIS HAPPENED TO ME with the fire and the black smoke and the exploding. It is not fun, as you now know.
(my explosion was a commercial walk-in oven at work, but thankfully I was across the room at the time and not doing any baking at the moment.)
So, yes, judging from the industrial oven-repair man's face when he inspected the charred oven, I would say that this is a great excuse to order lots of takeout and shy away from oven-intensive projects for a while.
Posted by: nadarine | November 01, 2007 at 01:12 PM
This exchange makes me incredibly curious what HER oven does to make her say this.
Posted by: Janssen | November 01, 2007 at 08:16 PM
No wait, you and I have the same mother. Could we be sisters? I'm 37 your 38, we are both having hot flashes and you are right indeed. Age is a bad joke.
Posted by: Joanna Schmidt | November 02, 2007 at 11:04 PM