Welp, didn't see that coming #2

This weekend, Zach and I went to this pot luck and met a whole lot of potential friends. When we first got there, there were only a handful of people there (my apologies Zach for having a disease that inhibits me from being late anywhere which can often lead to awkward moments). It was the classic, we walk up and quickly realize that everyone knows everybody so immediately they recognize us as "newbies", or as we felt "outcasts."It's hilarious the conversations that are struck up at a time like that... it's like everyone is dying for something to be said so, as a result, filters are tossed to the wayside. For that reason, I found myself looking at a picture that this guy had taken of his classmates freezer. (She was one of those hyper organized people that we all dream of being one day, and had planned out like 40 meals in advanced... all perfectly stacked and awaiting her devourment at whatever time she chooses.)

That really has nothing to do with this post... only to allow you to see where it is that I'm coming from when I write my actual post. For you see, WDSTC (Welp, didn't see that coming), happened the first week we moved into our new place. The honeymoon phase was very much in effect, times when going to the grocery store was exciting and delightful and thoughts of it being a bi- or tri-weekly drag was unthought of. So, on this one particular night of making our first dinner, using our new dishes, pots, and silverware for the first, and new utilities of course, I bee bopped my into the kitchen to work my magic. Now, I know that this can be an intimidating thing for most young brides, but my mom did her piece on me and the kitchen was more than familiar stomping grounds. Plus, I wasn't even making a hard dish... just throwing some leftover fried chicken into the oven and making some mac and cheese and broccoli. Perhaps I was teetering on the side of adventure as the 3 different things kept particular attention in splitting up my time and concentration but I met that challenge with great confidence.

So, I tossed the chicken in the oven because it was going to take the longest, I started boiling the water for the mac and cheese, and then pulled out the cutting board to do my thing to the oversized head of broccoli. Easy Peasy... until, shoot, what's that smell? Check the oven, the chicken isn't burning, check the burners, no food is caught in there. Shuki, that is definitely something burning, no denying it... I think it's getting worse. Also, what is that orange flame in the oven... I literally JUST checked it. Open the door again. "CRAP, Zach, come here!!!"

Apparently our oven here has a warming drawer and not a storage drawer. My bad unwrapped and oh so new cookie sheets.