Tonight’s special–Roast Ram
The boys made a casserole tonight, largely by themselves. I was sitting out in the music room while it was baking and after a while, I smelled something. Something not casserole, not dinner, not right. I went searching and found:
More proof that a 2-year-old lives in the house. At some point since we last used the oven, E put his little wooden ram in the broiler underneath.
And today it got broiled. Or maybe charred is a better word.
Yes, charred is a good word for the smell I was smelling.
It’s a little blacker on one side now, but not too much the worse for wear.
Never a dull moment around here, that’s all I can say.