Long story short about the kitchen fire incident, I tried to make some pumpkin cupcakes the day after thanksgiving. I some how broke off the knob for the the oven temperature. I thought I had turn the knob to about 350, but I guess I must have turned it a lot higher than that. About 5 minutes after putting the cupcakes in, my crazy smoke alarm went off and my condo started filling up with smoke. I ran to the kitchen and open the oven, and there was a small fire at the bottom of my oven and my pumpkins cupcakes were burned {even though the inside was still running}. Yah the rest was kinda blurry because I freaked out like a crazy maniac {wouldn't you if there was a fire in the oven}. My down stair neighbor son heard the fire alarm and came up. I don't know what he did {because I was running around looking for my cell phone to call 911}, but he some how put out the fire. The sweet guy was trying really hard not to laugh, because I was borderline crying. The end.
The stupid broken knob.
The stupid broken knob.
You can't really tell due to the lovely effect of the Polaroid, but here are my burned pumpkin cupcakes.
On a happier note, I successfully made my first sweet potatoes casserole.
For the actual Thanksgiving meal, I was responsible for bringing sweet potatoes casserole. I made The Pioneer Woman {my hero in the kitchen} Soul Sweet 'Taters {it was quite yummy}.
I couldn't decide on a topping so I made both. I think I prefer the pecan topping.
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