Here's a funny story about an unexpected functional change in my Pampered Chef Chillzanne platter brought about last week. As it happens, the tray was too large to fit into my current freezer anyway, so no harm, no foul.
It reminded me of another incident that happened years ago. We had company coming over and I didn't really have time to wash dishes, so I put my large cutting board, a painted holiday tray and some other miscellaneous housewares in the oven to get them out of the way. I'm sure you see where this is going.
A day or so later, my husband decided to turn on the oven and cook something. It was probably the first time he'd ever turned on the oven since I'd known him. Naturally, he didn't look first and was only alerted to his mistake by acrid smoke pouring from the oven vents.
He called me at work to confess and I got really miffed about the whole thing. My friends who overheard the conversation were actually surprised that I was so angry because I'm usually pretty mellow. Truth is, I was just as mad at myself as I was at my husband. It was my own laziness that started the chain of events.
I don't think I ever cut corners on house cleaning in that particular way again.
So let's hear your memorable stories of destroyed, damaged, lost or stolen housewares. I know you have some.
hahahahahaha! That is totally something I would do (drill a hole in the platter.)
The first time my husband and I were trying to sell a house I bought one of those stupid fake pie things to put in the oven to make the house smell like freshly baked warm apple pie. Dorky, I know. Then we forgot about it and came in later to preheat the oven to like 400 or something, and it burned up, of course, so now the house smelled like torched apple pie and melted plastic. Niiiice.
Posted by: jenny | August 28, 2008 at 09:24 AM
My problem is lack of dishes and things. I make curry for people which has to go in something, then I don't get the dish back.
Posted by: Keith | August 28, 2008 at 10:52 AM
LOL Isn't it funny how the events that make us burn bring the biggest smiles later.
Once I took a pan straight off the stove and put it on the cutting board. I'd always used wood before and had been given one of those white, think plastic ones. The pan melted into the cutting board and they became one. We had to throw them both away and the house smelled like melted plastic chemically crap for days.
Posted by: phhhst | August 29, 2008 at 10:20 AM
Many moons ago I had a housekeeper and if there was any food in the house, she'd eat it. Didn't matter if it was a fresh baked something that was to be taken somewhere WHOLE, she would cut into it and help herself so I started hiding anything I didn't want her to eat, in the oven. More than once. More than twice even, I'd come in an preheat the oven and finally realize something was in there when the smoke started billowing. Ugh, I should have just let her eat it, I guess.
Posted by: Midlife Slices | August 29, 2008 at 05:41 PM
Oh, I know all too well the feeling of realizing much too late that there was something in the oven that I forgot about. I finally learned the trick around that problem. When I put anything in the oven to get out of the way, or because I am going to use it later, I take the control knob off and place it out of the way. Then when I need to use the oven and have to look for the knob, I remember why I took it off in the first place, and that I need to clean out the oven before turning it on. (It's kinda like putting a string on your finger!)
Posted by: East Coast Girl | August 29, 2008 at 10:00 PM