I can't cook. Really. I just logged on to create this blog and I smell something smoldering in the oven.
Once I cooked a pork roast and set the oven on fire. It sort of exploded. I screamed. Frank, my electrician hubby (DH), just calmly switched off the circuit breaker. Then he said, "Let's go out to dinner."
It's good being married to a man who knows his way around power.
Okay, just checked. Dinner is okay. Must run and eat. Will try this later.