So much sadness this morning. I placed the bacon on the sheet, set in the oven and went about making the rest of breakfast. As I was eating my waffles, coffee and sausage (notice no bacon) I smelled something. I shot up and bolted to the kitchen. I threw open the oven door and attempted to rescue my darling strips. All the while N is crying "Honey? What's wrong? Honey". When he arrives in the kitchen he gets (warning, the below may be traumatic bacon lovers)
( his answer. )
I forgot to set a timer to:
a) tell me the bacon was done
b) remind me I had bacon in the oven
After much sobbing and scrapping I cleaned up and tried again. This time I set the timer and checked its progress through the window. The second batch came out much better (sorry no pics). I need to keep a better eye on things during the mad breakfast rush.
( his answer. )
I forgot to set a timer to:
a) tell me the bacon was done
b) remind me I had bacon in the oven
After much sobbing and scrapping I cleaned up and tried again. This time I set the timer and checked its progress through the window. The second batch came out much better (sorry no pics). I need to keep a better eye on things during the mad breakfast rush.