As a neurotic wife I check to make sure the oven is off at least three times after using it. My sister, born and raised by the same neurotic mother, claims the same obsessive-compulsive habit.
On New Year's Eve I attended a small party at her house, and slept over. Just before midnight, my sister pulled delicious molten chocolate cakes from the oven, and then joined us to watch a very depressing Dick Clark count down the New Year. As we ushered in 2009, the oven remained on at a toasty 400 degrees. As my husband and I went to bed in the guest room we joked that my sister and her husband heat their condo to Grandma-like temperatures.
We awoke the next morning to my sister's shocked exclamation, "I left the oven on all night."
This leads me to two realizations.
1. I am going to have to worry about my sister leaving the oven on every night. Should I text her a reminder every night?
2. Someone should invent an oven temperature detector that beeps if the oven remains on after food is removed. There could be a weighted measure on the oven rack that signals the alarm. I'd buy one for me and one for my sister.
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