#broken oven

[peechtoast]

uh, how's yalls day going

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Oh great! My oven has failed AGAIN, and just a few months after I fixed it. And right after the microwave failed! AND just before Thanksgiving!!!!!

Seriously, is there some kind of curse on me???

[sliceofplain]

Bad decisions are just bad decisions. I wish I was always as wise as I was this day, when I passed Branco's Pizza. There's no picture of a slice because I, for once, made a good decision and chose not to go in. Too often I've been invited into pizza places that acted like they were open but really weren't. Pizza places I had no business going into. I was fooled by a pretty storefront. Not every shitty pizza place looks like this one.

I'm weak, though, and I love pizza. Greasy pizza, thin crust pizza, sicilian pizza, burnt pizza, pineapple pizza. I can't help it. But, my love for pizza has really gotten me fucked up this time around. Way more than I could have anticipated. Maybe because I thought a broken oven meant something.

It doesn't. Sometimes you just get used to the broken oven. It's a hassle ordering a whole new oven, closing down to have the old one removed and the new one installed. Without really knowing the quality of the new oven, how could you reasonably get rid of the old one, even though it is broken, because the new one might be a piece of shit too. Then you got rid of the broken oven you were used to for just a newer broken one.

At least you know what the pizza is like that comes out of the old broken oven. You've had it for like four years. No one blames you. It's fine.

But you really wanted me as a customer. And I fell for it.

But not this time.

Enjoy the oven, I hope pretending it's not broken works for the rest of your life.

I'm pretty sure I said all this oven stuff before.

Oh well...

'til the next slice.

[sliceofplain]

Let me start off by saying I Googled this image of daVinci’s. I’m sure it’s great in there, I’ve just actually never been.

My work orders from there regularly when they try to make us feel better about staying there for 13 hours.

It’s late. Or early, at this point. I don’t know anymore. Like, anything.

Something about pizza? The pizza is good. It’s fine. I get to it late so it’s like room temperature, which to me is actually preferable in most cases to the too-hot, fresh-from-the-oven counter slices I normally eat.

I don’t care about pizza. I don’t feel like writing about pizza. This is just a good outlet and prevents me from blowing up phones that can’t, or shouldn’t, be blown up.

What was the theme of this one? The metaphor?

Oh, the Googled image. Pictures from daVinci’s aren’t the only pictures I’ve been looking through tonight. I’ve been looking at, and reading the captions of, burnt pizza and the oven that’s responsible for the burning for far too long tonight.

What changed? Did it change? I want to say fuck that oven but it seems to have been baking pizza just fine for a while.

You bake pizza, right? Or cook it? I don’t know. This blog is a sham. I don’t know shit about pizza except how to stuff it down my face.

I need silly putty.

I want to say how much better of an oven I could be. How I won’t burn pizza. Why would you want to open up a brand new pizza place with a shitty, burning oven?!

It doesn’t make sense. You at least need to call a repair man or something first, just to see if the oven can be fixed. I get wanting to fix the oven, but it won’t get fixed if it doesn’t know it is broken. And opening up a pizza place is such a final thing. There’s no turning back once it opens. Not without way more complications.

Wait, wait. I’m not an oven. I’ve lost track of what I was saying.

I eat cold pizza for breakfast.

I don’t pay tickets.

Seriously, the ticket I got from the Blackbird SoP is still unpaid. I don’t have my shit together.

I’m no good.

But like…we could be good.

I know it. I want a chance.

But, you can’t always get what you want.

Might delete this one.

‘til the next slice.

[nevertoomuchcake]

Fixing Owen’s Oven || Gray & Elli

grayascoal

Elli approached the blacksmith shop with a smile. It had been a while since she’d seen her childhood friend and now she had an excuse to be in the shop without Saibara shooing her out as a distraction. With the opening of the bakery, Elli needed to make sure her oven was in tip-top shape and there wasn’t anyone else she’d trust the job to than Gray. 

As she stepped through the door she called out, “Hello? Gray?” She hoped he was working today. Sometimes she missed him and got one of the other blacksmiths or even Saibara. If it was Saibara she hoped he wasn’t in a grumpy mood. 

Smoothing her dress, Elli waited at the front counter for someone to help her. 

[atophatfullofkittens]

MY OVENS BROKE AND I HAVE NO MONEY AND ONLY OVEN FOOD. WHAT DO I DOOO?! D':

[nightthrashers]

I wanted pizza, but my oven was broken. so I made frozen pizza in the microwave.

[azrylle]

Damn you, Oven God. Damn you.

I do not believe this. A little over a month before my husband and I moved out of our duplex (at the end of January), our oven flipped out on me while I was baking loads of Christmas cookies. This crazy bright white light burned all the way down the coil at the bottom, and I thought I was going to burn the house down.

MONTHS LATER, in our new house (also a rental).... IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN. I think the Oven God is trying to tell me to stop baking. I just wanted to bake a freakin quiche, damn you.