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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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I turned on the oven to prepare a pizza to eat for lunch. My boyfriend had made sausage balls the night before and unbeknownst to me there was grease and debris on the heating element. I started smelling something funky after a few minutes. When I came back into the kitchen, it stank of smoke. My immediate thought was ruh-roh, something is on fire. I opened the oven and there was a huge plume of nasty smoke. No fire yet, but something was smoldering on the bottom of the oven.
This is an electric oven and we're dealing with grease, so water is a no-no. I was all calm about it until I realized we have no baking soda. After some quick thinking, I grab the salt-shaker and start throwing salt on that bitch. It worked. I turned off the oven, let it cool some and used a metal spatula to remove the debris.
The important thing is, no fire, everyone is safe. But now my apartment fucking stinks of smoke and I'm afraid to use the oven now. I wanted that pizza, dammit. My boyfriend is definitely picking up some damn baking soda on the way home.