I think you can see where this is going.
Now I just want to say that I told hubby they were in there! He came home today and decided he wanted to cook a pizza. Yeah. He said after a while, he smelled burned sugar. Then it hit him. He ran to the oven, opened the door, and a HUGE pillar of smoke came billowing out of the oven! He said I should have seen his face. He then ran around the house opening the windows and doors to air the smoke out before the alarms went off.
I could smell the burned sugar from the garage when I got home today.
Sigh. So my whimsical campfire is a black mess on the bottom of my stove now. Along with some other fondant pieces. You know, burned fondant doesn't come off of ceramic tile.
I just wish I could have seen that pillar of smoke surround him. That might have made this all worth it.
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