Martha Stewart Edition

Hello there everyone! Well this post is really for my parents so they can laugh at my continuing trend to burn things...the semester started off great with a fabulous Sunday dinner of stir-fry, muffins, and a delicious salad.  Lets just say it went down hill from there...It was silly of me to think that my bad cooking days were behind me, but when you wear a cute purple apron and have a perfect batch of muffins you feel like the greatest little homemaker : )  

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

Nichole

P.S. never put anything in the oven without a timer.