So my roomie decided to cook again - brave decision after the lasagna expirement (scroll down for the pic). This time is was enchiladas....yes, some people thought her lasagna looked like enchiladas but seriously she decided to make enchiladas.
And at first she did really well - she made a TON, again, but decided to freeze some rather than cook a month's worth and then toss is all out. It was when the actual cooking started that there was a problem.
She came home somewhere about 6:30 or so and put the food in the oven.
I was out and about, and sometime around 11:30 I wandered in to the kitchen as I couldn't figure out what I was smelling - it smelled like bad brownies or something.
Nope, it was the enchiladas, still cooking away at about 450, five hours later.
So, I turned off the oven but was scared to take the smoldering dish out of the oven as I thought it might burst in to flames and burn the house down...if I left if in the oven it could burst in to flames and run out of oxygen....great logic, huh?
She didn't remember about the enchiladas for about 5 days - after turning off the oven I promptly forgot about them too.
When I remembered they were still there, waiting for someone to deal with it. I gave it to her - not my disaster - and rather than try to throw out the food and clean my dish, she just threw out everything with the promise to replace...
That was last week and two or three Target trips ago.
Right.
My one regret isn't telling her she could throw out the pan, it's that I didn't take a pic of it first. It was ridiciulous!
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