NDR: Father’s Day Mishaps…

Ok, so if you’re someone I talk to on a fairly regular basis, you’ll know that my father died back in 2003.  My mom died in 2000. So really I don’t bother to keep up on the mother/fathers day stuff. I try to gloss over it and ignore it when possible.

Cue Mark….

He apparently told his father I was going to make him a “giant” chocolate chip cookie for father’s day! HUH?  :blink:   What?! :blink:

Yea. Well I’ve made cookies about twice in the last 4 years.  Cakes are more my thing, and cupcakes.  And Cinnamon rolls….and all that kind of gooey, sweet gooey stuff.

I asked Mark on Saturday how he expected me to do this seeing as he methodically emptied out my container of (hoarded) nestle toll house morsels that I sent here from the states. Yes! Mr. I-don’t-like-sweets ATE THEM!

*sigh*

So his answer was “I’ll sort it”. Ok….well. His way of sorting it was to buy some chocolate galaxy bars LOL. Not really baking chocolate LOL! But I tried to be game about this. After all, he’d just bought me that spiffy Blythe doll instead of some airplane related junk….

Well I started measuring things out (Mark & his friend went off to an airshow/model show) and realized we were short eggs, and the sugar was low but I could probably squeak by.  Figured I’d test out how it was working and made some regular sized cookies. They were ok. So I figured I’d throw “The Giant” on the cookie sheet and try to go get the fabric I’d washed this morning ironed.

Now….

Fast forward 10 minutes. (I was figuring that it should based on the fact the small cookies on the sheet took between 11-15 mins that I’d turn the cookie around in the oven at 10 mins and give it another 10)

Timer beeped so I hustled downstairs.  Time to turn it!! Things were smelling—not quite right.

Then…

Well I got to the kitchen and I did a double take. There was SMOKE coming out of the oven! WTF??!!!

So I raced over thinking OMFG! How will I rescue the cookie? I opened the door and was greeted with this:

And dumbass that I am, I got a whole face full of steam, smoke and burning cookie fumes. ((cough cough cough)). Ugh. Took what remained of “The Giant” and realized it was deader than dead. Threw it on the stovetop and set about clearing out the smoke (*which was still filling our galley kitchen*).

PFFFFT! I turned off the stove (the on/off switch) and was trying to figure out WTF had gone wrong–and wouldn’t you know it? Hah…hah..hah… Apparently at some point after I put it in (and was taking the laundry out of the washer) I must have brushed into the temperature knob–because it was turned all the way up to the oven’s max! :pinch:

Doh.

Ah well.   I called Mark after that and told him he’d have to tell his father he’ll get a raincheck on the cookie. This is what came out of the oven ((Avert your eyes–it’s terrible!!!)

I’m so embarrassed to admit this happened.  And somehow in the process I think I might have seriously irritated my sinuses/nasal passage on the right side since I’ve had a splitting headaCHE ever since. Ugh.