I’ve been dying to break open a jar of sea-salted caramel sauce that’s been waiting in the fridge. Finally, the other night I winged it with whatever we had hanging around and came up with this: Baked apples filled with brown sugar, cranberries and nuts, served with french vanilla ice cream and a dollop of salted caramel sauce.
I accidentally baked them a little too long and the brown sugar/apple goo boiled over all over the bottom of the oven. But to my surprise they still turned out pretty yummy.
So why is that important? Well, with all the yumminess going on I forgot all about the mess on the bottom of the oven until the following day…
I was cooking dinner when Mr. Heatherland got home. He had just enough time to set his things down before I asked him, “Does it look a little smokey in here?“. No sooner did the words come out of my mouth did the kitchen rapidly fill with smoke- From all that damn burnt apple-goo in the oven!
slight exaggeration. (photo credit: flikr)
All of the sudden our relaxing evening turned into me standing on a stool ….Waving a kitchen towel in front of a blaring smoke detector…. That happens to be hardwired into our neighbors homes too. Nice.
When the smoke finally subsided and the air became breathable again, I salvaged our dinner- which we enjoyed with ringing ears and burning eyes, as the dismantled smoke detector laid lifeless on the coffee table.
I have promised to clean the oven before I use it again. For real this time.
