Remember that part the other day about the igniter on my oven seeming like it was going out??
Yea.... I am pretty sure that the week I do my first shot at freezer cooking is not the week for it to decide to go out for good.....
And did I mention that the gas stove/oven that was here when we bought the house, while nice to cook on, apparently doesn't allow you to light the oven manually?
So I kept turning the oven off, waiting and then trying again.....as if the last time, only moments before....it had really been playing a trick on me.
This had to be some sort of a joke. I was waiting on someone to yell, "You're on Candid Camera!!!" Eww...wait...umm....I'm not really old enough to even know what that show was. I'm pretty sure what I meant to say, was that I was waiting on someone to say, "You've been PUNK'ED".
Regardless of what show I remember, nobody jumped out of the woodwork. This was the real deal.
My oven was not coming on, despite my multiple attempts to coax it on....all while my "suppose-to-be-baked-frozen Honey Glazed Chicken" sat thawing beautifully.
I was pretty sure that at this point, nothing else could possibly go wrong.
So I went for plan "B" which included some of the 336 frozen meatballs, that apparently had "too tangy of a sauce" for a couple of my kids, to which I
Yea...I'm always sweet like that.
I'm just sayin'.