I made pizza yesterday. I actually made it. Crust, sauce, everything. And in the process I cooked an oven mitt.
I had initially started the pizza creation as a way of procrastinating. I figured making some pizza dough would give me something to do that wasn’t reading my Restructuring assignment, so I decided to make it in the afternoon and have pizza for dinner. I put the dough on an oven mitt in the warm oven so that the bottom wouldn’t burn while it rose. I then removed the dough and neglected to remove the oven mitt.
Fast forward many hours later when I decided to actually make the pizza. I was preheating my oven and chopping up vegetables and I heard a smoke detector. “I wonder whose smoke detector that is,” I thought. “It’s really loud.”
Then I realized it was so loud because it was in my apartment. Then I remembered the oven mitt. I sprang into action and removed the oven mitt, now slighlty charred and definitely crispy, and turned on the fan and opened the door.
The smoke detector would not stop. I disabled it by removing the batteries, but that was a chore in and of itself because the only chair I have in my apartment is my wheeled desk chair, so when I tried to climb on it to reach the detector, it went careening out of control. I managed not to fall by grabbing the door frame, but I did crash into my drying rack and knock my clean clothes to the ground.
Then I had to burn candles to try and disperse the smell of baked oven mitt, and I was slightly concerned the pizza would taste like oven mitt when I actually got around to cooking it, but it did not. In fact, it was rather tasty.