Pizza box flambé

One time I put cat food in my daughter’s lunch. 

I left a child at school after a concert and had to go back and get her. 

I have left sugar out of apple pie and burned dinner on many occasions. 

And in the interests of full disclosure, tonight I forgot we had left pizza boxes in the oven… and set a pizza box on fire. As in, real flames and smoke. 

Holy cow, what a mess!

Then as I tried to hastily get the smoke out of the house, I stepped on a cat’s tail and overturned his water dish. 

And then — because apparently that wasn’t enough — I discovered as I started getting ready for bed that I had worn my sweater inside-out ALL DAY. All the freaking day. (I guess I should be grateful for unobservant friends…)

In all of this mess that is a pastor-chaplain-mom-wife-friend-relative… There is still love, joy and grace. There is a large serving of humble pie, and a genuine attempt to obey the 11th Commandment:

Thou shalt not take thyself so damn seriously.

I think I’ve fulfilled that one today. 

2 thoughts on “Pizza box flambé

  1. Tomorrow is bound to be better, right??

    I have friends who did that with a pizza box, although IIRC (it was 20 years ago!) they knew it was in the oven, thought that was the proper way to reheat it.

    Pretty much everyone in our family has destroyed some step of sourdough bread due to turning on oven without checking first. My husband (the bread baker!) once did it to the starter in a plastic container – that also made a giant stinky mess!

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