24 November, 2009
The oven, dinner and an accident waiting to happen
I didn't think roasting a chicken would be complicated. I also didn't think the oven would be different. But of course it is. It comes with a "Bake" function and a "Broil" function. Broil means roast, apparently, though I think the word sounds too wet for that. Anyway I assumed the broil function was it but then found that also involves a roast tray thing to go into the oven that I don't have so I'm sticking to the Bake function. And that means my oven has a rather terrifying looking element glowing away at the bottom. Last week a piece of pizza slid onto it and burnt enough to set the smoke alarm off. Is this what all US ovens are like or do I have a particularly primitive version? I'm just not used to being able to see the heating element (or knowing how clumsy I am, touch the thing). Damn, I just set the smoke alarm off again, and I haven't even got the chicken in the oven yet. At least the fire station is on the same block as us, so if I prove deeply incompetent, they can come and rescue us.