Well, you catch my drift...
Fast forward a week and you get this:
Burnt grilled cheese
And here's where it gets even better:
It's a rock! It's coal!...It's 4 Pillsbury biscuits left in the oven for over two hours...
Well it was like any other night at the apartment; I grabbed a few things out of the fridge to whip up some dinner for myself. I made myself some mac-n-cheese (a college staple) and then I thought it would be yummy to bake the rest of my biscuits. Well the trouble began when I burned my mac-n-cheese while talking on the phone with my mom. But that was the least of my problems. I happily ate my gross dinner and proceeded to do some homework. I walked back in the kitchen where Allysa my room mate was eating her dinner. We were talking for a bit and couldn't put our finger on the burnt smell in the apartment. We figured it was just from everyone making dinner on or cheap/lame stove that always stunk. Then Julie walked in and started to investigate. Well she being the smart one, opened the oven; well lo and behold we found the culprit. After we were done laughing for a good five minutes we decide to do some dissecting and this is what we found:
There wasn't a single inch of these poor biscuits that weren't black. Well there goes my dreams of being the future Martha Stewart. I guess it just isn't in the cards for me! I hope you got a good laugh out of this and have a great week!
See ya, love ya, bye
P.S. never put anything in the oven without a timer.