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My name is Jane, I'm anything but plain. I love to cook and I've baked cookies since I got my first childs Cookbook when I was about 7. I've baked the sugar cookie recipe in that book every Christmas
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posted at 10/8/2008 6:39 PM EDT
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My name is Jane, I'm anything but plain. I love to cook and I've baked cookies since I got my first childs Cookbook when I was about 7. I've baked the sugar cookie recipe in that book every Christmas since(and many other times during the year). That's 54 Christmas'! I'm a Nurse Practitioner, married 42 years to Ron who is most tolerable of my many antics. We live now in Sun City, TX and are both retired and lovin' it! Our only child, Tricia is married to a great son-in-law Michael. They live in CA near the beach. They have our two grand-dogs, Abner and Angus, Shih Tzu's.
My story took place 20 years ago in Sioux City, Ia. This was late fall, the leaves had fallen, there was already snow on the ground, our only child had gone off to college (a major transition for Jane) and Ron and I were sitting in the living room visiting with a single friend of ours, Bill. Bill loved my cooking, especially my cookies. I offered him a beer, he never refused a beer but did that night. Instead he asked if I had any cookies. Cookies don't last long around our house so no I didn't have any. He was telling us all about his trip to Austrailia with his Mother, we were deep in conversation but I got up and started to mix up a batch of cookies. After so many times I new the recipe by heart, I could still listen and watch over the counter. I failed to tell you that we had relocated when our daughter went off to college, to a ground level apartment, so I didn't have the stove I was use too nor did I have the room to store things like I use too. So, I turn on the oven to preheat to 350 degrees and proceeded to mix up the cookies. I'm listening to every word Bill says, I'm totally engrossed. Bill had his back to me and so did Ron but every so often he turned to say something my way. Well, he turned and it was silence. The look on his face was frightening. Ron saw it and turned to look at me who was obliviously mixing up her cookies. I was peering over the bar level counter with my back to the stove. I glanced up just then and saw what they were looking at. Thick black smoke filling the small kitchen area just over my head. Then I remembered. Oh no, I had all my Tupperware, red, yellow, green and white, stored in the oven. Please keep in mind, I'd had a nice big kitchen with lots of cupboards just a year before. I screamed at Ron that the oven was full of tupperware that was now melting. He jumped up, yelled at Bill to open the sliding glass doors and ran into the kitchen. He put two oven mitts on and yanked one of the racks out of the oven, ran with it to the patio and threw it in the snow. Just as quickly he repeated the process with the other rack. By this time I'm crying because in those days Tupperware was mighty pricey. Every piece was melted. As Ron had run with the racks the melting plastic sort of dribbled and floated and got stringy like. Then when he threw it in the snow it instantly got ridged. Bill and Ron tried to comfort me. Bill felt so bad that he had asked for cookies and then all this happened. Well I finally composed myself and went out to look at the mess. One look and I was laughing hysterically! I'm an artsy fartsy sorta girl and this was a fantastic piece of art. Kitchen Wall Art! I held up one of "my pieces" and proclaimed to Ron and Bill, "here's my new decorating for the kitchen". They both thought I'd lost my mind. I got a nail and up went the first rack. It looked fabulous, so I put up the second one. Silver racks with drippy, gobby, holey, strange shaped, blobs of what had been red, green, yellow and white Tupperware, now looked like Modern Art! And I might add, it was as expensive as some Modern Art! That Art hung in our kitchen until we moved some four years later. Everytime I looked at it I laughed. Who but me would melt ALL her Tupperware and still make use of it! p.s. I had to go next door and borrow a rack so I could finish Bill's cookies.

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posted at 10/9/2008 1:54 AM EDT
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Talk about making lemonade out of lemons. Wonderful story.

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posted at 10/9/2008 2:04 AM EDT
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That's a funny story it's good that you still looked on the bright side...cheers

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posted at 10/10/2008 3:37 PM EDT
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I have done something similar to this. We too have a small kitchen and I was trying to maximize my counterspace by keeping the plastci dish drainer in the oven and out of my way when not in use. Well you guessed it the very next time I turned on the oven I melted it. What a mess that made! I still store it in the oven I just bought a metal dish rack this time so life is somewhat easier.