Burning Down the House

I have wanted a house for a while.  More space, permanency, a place to decorate, a kitchen to remodel.

You know.  Owning a place and making it my own.

And then last night happened.  Want became need.

See, I can live in a cramped space. Except when it necessitates stirring puts in the oven. Now I usually remember to remove them within about five minutes of preheating the oven. 

Usually.

Yup.  I finally forgot long enough for disaster to occur.  By the time that the scent of plastic carcinogens reached my nose, a small fire had also started to make it's home on the plastic lid that melted onto the oven floor.

And let's not forget Pyrex's magical fragmentization given extreme temperature changes.  The fire disappear with a large pop as the large glass pan fractured.

Scientifically interesting, especially when I point out that a glass pie pan and a pyrex loaf pan survived unscathed.  Scientifically depressing when I remember that I just negated my life as a non-smoker given how much the of noxious burning plastic fumes I inhaled.  

It took us about an hour to remove all the glass and plastic, to scrub the soot off of all the other oven residents, and to fully vent the kitchen.  We're safe, and the oven's functioning just fine now.  But we sure can't wait for the additional storage space that will come with our future new home..!