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cimoreneLast night I put one of our favorite dinners (an aluminum pan of chicken and vegetables tossed in oil and seasonings) into the oven to roast, then went back to Sipuli-sitting duty, knitting and watching a movie in the diningroom.
I didn't hear the oven timer go off, but Wax, in the livingroom, did.
"I wonder if I should check the oven?" thought Wax to herself. "No, she must have heard it." "You have to TRUST her," thought Wax, erroneously (never trust someone with ADHD to not get tripped up by ADHD), probably because she's just watched like twenty-five seasons of the 911 franchise of silly prime time soaps and was suffering from residual sentimental conventional moral messages floating around in her head.
When I went into the kitchen the pan had cooked completely dry of juices in the bottom for the first time since we started making this dish (eight years maybe?). The fillings were distributed in artistic blobs with burnt-to-carbon bits on the edges and flat blobs of blackened aluminum in the spaces between them.
It was still edible! Mostly. There were some dried-out bits to discard. But she definitely should have checked whether I heard the alarm.
I didn't hear the oven timer go off, but Wax, in the livingroom, did.
"I wonder if I should check the oven?" thought Wax to herself. "No, she must have heard it." "You have to TRUST her," thought Wax, erroneously (never trust someone with ADHD to not get tripped up by ADHD), probably because she's just watched like twenty-five seasons of the 911 franchise of silly prime time soaps and was suffering from residual sentimental conventional moral messages floating around in her head.
When I went into the kitchen the pan had cooked completely dry of juices in the bottom for the first time since we started making this dish (eight years maybe?). The fillings were distributed in artistic blobs with burnt-to-carbon bits on the edges and flat blobs of blackened aluminum in the spaces between them.
It was still edible! Mostly. There were some dried-out bits to discard. But she definitely should have checked whether I heard the alarm.
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Date: 12 Nov 2024 12:41 pm (UTC)Glad it was still edible.