My friendly neighborhood reno guy was already planning to drop by so I sent this picture to him and joked that all my cooking must have been a shock to my kitchen and this bubble on our new counter top developed. Upon investigation he discovered that our stove gets dangerously hot when the oven is turned on, thus the development of the bubble under the laminate.
Meanwhile, in between the discovery of the bubbled counter top and my renovation expert's house call, I decided to barbeque some hamburgers and hot dogs for supper. Two barbequed meals in one weekend was truly going above and beyond. But I was feeling domestic so I braved the cooking process and tried, tried again.
I wasn't terribly busy so I had time to sit outside and watch over the grilling process. As I sat watching the closed barbeque, I noticed the label on the front panel of the barbeque starting to bubble and become very hot to the touch. This can't be good, I thought to myself and was quite relieved to turn off the barbeque and file it away until another day.
I recently replaced the burner on the barbeque and the fit wasn't as tight as the original. My son tightened everything up and there were no flames outside the barbeque so we assumed it was good to go. But I am questioning the safety of this cooking apparatus now as well.
Honestly. I am trying. I am trying hard. But it is clear to me. I can read the signs. I am not destined to cook.
(The first "sign" was this one)
The mere thought of our newly renovated house going up in flames due to my attempt to cook is yet another ironic twist to this tale of mine.
I don't have the time nor creative genius to turn this into a song lyric at the moment but as Alanis Morissette would sing:
"And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think..."
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