We have really been enjoying Cliff's leave over the holidays. He had leave he needs to use up, so even though we had no plans to go anywhere, he decided to take leave at home. This helped greatly with the Christmas preparations...and after Christmas it's been great to get some things done around the house. We are "Clean Sweeping" a kid's room each day, followed by something fun at night. Last night we headed to a distant base to see the Cirque du Freak movie.
Well...all of us "headed" there...but I ended up dropping them off and coming back. You see, Cliff had surprised us with a delicious leg of lamb for dinner. Unfortunately, it wasn't as cooked in the middle as we'd have liked...so he put it back in the oven just while we were eating. Or that was the plan. We were sitting in rush hour traffic, about midway there (30-40 minute drive) when I asked him if he'd left the lamb in the oven. Facepalm.
I tried calling neighbors to see if maybe we'd left a door unlocked so they could get in and just turn the oven off. Locked tight. Cliff offered to drop us off, but he had read those books to the kids and I really knew nothing about them (from what I hear, it wouldn't have mattered) so I elected to drop them off and head back to turn off the oven.
It wasn't as bad as I imagined...although I'm sure the smell was driving the animals insane. I turned the oven off and ran a couple of quick errands (mail, bread, gas) and turned around to go pick them up. They were hungry when we got home and decided to dive into the burnt lamb.
It wasn't too bad, actually.
Brownie agreed.
I should have thought to take a pic when I took it out of the oven...
But I didn't until about this point.
Bad to the BONE!
