On Sat. morning Tarzan had a track meet and he thought it would be a nice treat for the runners to load up on some deliciouls carbs...(cinnamon rolls). When he thought this process through, it seemed great. He was up and at it around 530am baking in the kitchen and the aromas of cinnamon, sugar, and butter filled the air. When the peircing sound of our smoke detector went off, I no longer smelled that night smell but burned sugar. I continued to lay lazily in bed b/c there was no smoke in the bedroom and within 30 sec. he turned off the alarm... He kissed me goodbye and was out the door. When Taz woke up that moring around 730am, we walked in the kitchen for our daily breakfast...
What we saw was a woman's worst nightmare!!!
There was cinnamon sugar all over the counter, dripping on the floor, on top of the stove, along with two pans full of the same stuff with 6 burned rolls. It looked as if it was cupcake war which had gone wrong! Bless his heart, he was really trying. I was sick with the stomach bug, the children were, and I had no energy. I cleaned the mess up and three days later I went to bake some bread in the oven and the house began to be filled with smoke... I hadn't put anything into the oven yet! It was the cinnamon sugar at the bottom of the oven. GRRR.... I cleaned it out and tried again the next day to find it was still smokey, it had dripped below the pan of the oven where it lights (GAS stove).
I wish I had pictures of before and after. This is why it is better for a woman to cook indoors and a man to cook outdoors. I think in one moment of the mess I wanted to strangle the man which flies from tree to tree but on the other hand he was trying to be helpful with the youth's track meet. That's the part that makes my heart smile. His willingness to serve others and be a witness! Love my Tarzan!
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