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First, I smelled delicious toast. And I was all "it's ok, I'll just finish this email. The toaster oven hasn't been on that long."
Seconds later, I heard a muffled *boom*, and saw flames and smoke brush against the toaster oven door.
"OH SHIT!" I yelled, and ran over to turn off the toaster oven. I opened the oven door and the smoke just POURED out. The flame went out, and I reached in with tongs to pull out the char-planks I had just made.
Our apartment was filled with thick, burnt toast smelling smoke for an hour or so. And the burnt toast smell is apparent, still, after 8 hours. Whooops!
I'm just thankful the flame went out on its own, otherwise I'd be eating the whole "I DON'T NEED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GOING TO BURN THE PLACE DOWN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME GAH" speech I gave my mom last month. Whoooops again!
So, I've been banned from cooking for the next few weeks. And that ban was spread to the entire kitchen when I almost dropped a stack of plates.
It's uh, it's been an off day.
In all seriousness, though, it took close to 2 months for me to cause my first kitchen catastrophe? Fuck yeah.