It started in the early years of my marriage; and I’m pretty sure that my husband had the first episode of turning on the wrong burner. Back then I had pretty burner covers; but they burnt just as easily as the ugly ones. Of course I managed to turn on the burner that had a cover on it as opposed to the other that had already lost it’s cover. [Kind of sounds like a spy, huh - lost it's cover.] One time I managed to turn on the burner that had 2 covers stacked on it; but we salvaged the top one. I’ve lost more cookies sheets from turning on the wrong burner than any other way, and I never set anything plastic on my stove – never. I know what I’m capable of – or maybe that should be incapable.
The odor is truly terrible. My husband has become adept at detecting the burnt metal odor and asking me to check. He’s also rather good at removing the hot metal from the house - hoping to remove some of the odor as well. Just the other night I put on a pot of tea and turned the wrong knob. He mentioned something and I thought that I’d dropped something in the burner that was stinking. When I went and checked – sure enough – I was frying a cookie sheet.
If I ever pick out a new stove I’d like to find one that has a light beside the burner that is on. Not in the front or the back – right smack dab beside the burner that is on. I do know that a flat top stove would work good for me for all the times that I boil over the noodles or potatoes, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Morals of this sad story:
- Don’t buy me expensive cookie sheets.
- Buy me lots of cheap cookies sheets.
Know what? My Christmas set of stove burner covers is also a set of 3.
Anybody else ever do this? Somebody? Please ‘fess up. I’m sure it will make you feel better – and me too.