*clutches head in despair*
Apr. 22nd, 2013 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe original subject line for this entry might have been "Jesus fucking shitfuck wept", or words to that effect. See how moderate I can be?
I ... do not know. I was cooking. I kept hearing an occasional pinging sound which was alien to my experience, and worried me the way drivers are worried by odd noises from their engines.
I just figured it out.
At some point - possibly hours ago - I must have knocked the oven switch without noticing, from "off" to "broil". This wouldn't matter, except for generating excess heat and using excess gas, but that I use my oven for excess storage if I'm not actually using it to cook with.
That pinging sound? Was the sound of the metal bowl in which I was cooling the cooked rice, welding itself to my beloved baking stone.
I might sob, but that I have to make another whole lot of rice and try to fix things. And the afternoon was going so fucking well, damn it...
I ... do not know. I was cooking. I kept hearing an occasional pinging sound which was alien to my experience, and worried me the way drivers are worried by odd noises from their engines.
I just figured it out.
At some point - possibly hours ago - I must have knocked the oven switch without noticing, from "off" to "broil". This wouldn't matter, except for generating excess heat and using excess gas, but that I use my oven for excess storage if I'm not actually using it to cook with.
That pinging sound? Was the sound of the metal bowl in which I was cooling the cooked rice, welding itself to my beloved baking stone.
I might sob, but that I have to make another whole lot of rice and try to fix things. And the afternoon was going so fucking well, damn it...