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Monday, June 05, 2006

You won't believe how spastic we can get sometimes. Today Cheryl and I were baking cookies (yes how girl guides-esque) and somehow or other the topic changed to what would happen if my oven blew up, like those cartoons and we concluded that we would end up with like blackened faces, singed eyebrows and Einstein hair, and even death seems preferable to that fate.

So well ironically, we were talking about that, and we very smartly popped in two trays of choc-chip cookies, one on each layer and then after a bit, we smelt something burning. We looked at the cookies but they seemed fine so we ignored it for a bit. Then smoke starts seeping out from the oven door. Oh gods I screamed so loud and we both like practically ran away from the oven screaming for my maid to help.

So she runs out of the room all flustered thinking someone or other died and then realizing what was happening, she inched open the oven door while Cheryl and I cowered in our respective corners. Smoke like completely billowed out and the entire house was totally hazy. So my maid switched off the oven (which both Cheryl and I hadn’t thought of doing) and ran around the house opening the window cause the entire place was so muggy and we could barely see through the smoke.

In the end we figured that we had placed a tray on the heating plate. Gods it was so dumb. The metal tray actually melted. Gosh. Well but other than that batch, the rest of the cookies turned out great. And dad kept snitching them! Which reminds me, I’ve got to go hide them from him before they disappear by tomorrow morning.

Well anyways, i'm sleepy! So g'night folks

11:16 AM

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