the tongs are mainly for top-rack extraction and handling of the oven. then I used the spatulas to get that pizza out of there. it was not easy, ok.
Anything about me? um. I’m afraid of the oven. But the thing about being afraid of the oven and living by yourself is that there really is no way to just avoid the oven. Things need to be baked, and sometimes broiled.
To make matters worse, I do not own a microwave, so I have to use the oven all the time. Just two nights ago, I had a particularly…heated…confrontation with the oven over my personal party pizza. Armed with two spatulas and grill tongs, I attempted to ease my pizza off the rack.
After extremely delicate excavation, I got the pizza on a plate and shut off the devil’s furnace, and then. I. dropped. the. pizza. on. the. floor.
If I were the type to get embarrassed, this would probably be embarrassed and I wouldn’t want to share it. But ovens are evil. And I am a surviver.
ok I’m done thank you for inquiring!
2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused? perpetually single.
5: Are you interested in anyone right now? mmmmmmayyybeeee. no not really.
I’m pretty lonesome lately.
9: How late did you stay up last night? I think I crashed around 2:30.
thank you for asking :)