Finding Joy in Snarkville

Today started out so well.  I had great intentions of getting project after project done.  I crossed off exactly ONE of the items off my list — I can’t explain it, the day became a time sink of its very own.  But just as I was beginning to make a fabulous dinner, one casually thrown together of scallops, garlic, butter, angel hair, french fries, and hot dog nuggets; my day bit me in my butt.

Let’s recall that the Queen of Snarkville is NO domestic goddess.  She in fact, while crafty and talented in many ways, should probably have her cooking permit suspended (perhaps revoked) by the local authorities.  The problem is that would cause Prince to be the one charged with feeding the family and he is perhaps the only human that walks upright who is less talented in the kitchen than I am.  However, today, today I may have pushed the Prince ahead of me.

A few days ago, we needed room in the fridge and thus, Prince took out the Cupcake Taker* with its last two remaining cakes.  He left said item on the countertop.  In my cleaning up that evening, I thought “Hey, if Duke sees this in the morning, he will DEMAND cupcakes and it could really throw a wrench in the well oiled machine I call mornings in this house.  Where can I put it?  It is dirty, so the cabinet is out — I mean, seriously, ICK.  But I can’t put it in the sink — there were the few dishes that weren’t in the dishwasher that was running; and it would be above the sink line.  Oh, I’ll drop it in the oven — I’ll remember to pull it out in the morning.”

Anyone, see where this is going?  That was TUESDAY evening, folks.  TUESDAY.  When do you think I remembered my precious taker?  Tonight.  Yup, just as the oven beeped to tell me that it had heated to the proper 425 degrees.  Did anyone else know that Tupperware is not oven proof?  I now, no longer have an oven — I have an art project.

Ok, so, being the good adult I am.  I did the only thing that is natural and normal in this situation — being, I’m still standing with the oven door open staring inside at my melting taker.  Ok, stay calm. “Honey, can you help me?”  As I pull the top off the taker — thinking the whole melty mess would come up with it — it didn’t.  I have no idea where to put said, soft, melty, kinda stinky, taker top.  I hear as I dance from garbage can, to counter, to back in the oven, to…. “Put it in the sink.”  I hear as I stare wide-eyed into my oven — “Turn off the oven and open the window.”  I did.

Ok, I finally get the rack outside to cool.  I scrape off the plastic from the bottom of the oven.  I may or may not have tried scrape up a little of my pride in those pools of blue tupperwear ick.

As of right now, the melty rack is back in the oven, which is on at a lovely low temp of 150 degrees, and sitting over a cookie sheet with foil and water for the drips of pastic to lovingly fall off.  Just ask me how I know this is the best way to get plastic off the oven rack.  Go ahead, just ask me.  Better yet, give Prince the great thrill — ask him.  I’m too horrified to talk anyway. Anyone looking for something to give me for Christmas?  I may have an idea.
Tonight’s lesson:  “I thought we went through this LAST time, the oven is not a storage location.”   Apparently, I can cross off “Learn something new”, huh?

*Tupperware happens to have this item on sale.  It is a wonderful item and full price is horrible to pay for it.  However, if you ever need to transport cupcakes — you NEED one.  Now would be the time to purchase.

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