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Shifting the Blame

"Mom," my 4 year old approached me today, "When you cook today are you going to make the house go 'beep, beep, beep, beep!'"

Mr. Taylor snorted a laugh and swallowed it quickly when I gave him a sharp look.

"No, honey, I will not set off the smoke alarm today."

Later on I seared a steak, sauteed onions, and taught my daughters how to make Lion House Orange Rolls.

Leaving the 14 year old to saute' the mushrooms, I began emptying the dishwasher. "Mom, is this good enough?" I checked on them and assured her they could cook just a little more when the smoke alarm decided to disagree with me.

As I opened the doors, turned on the ceiling fans, cursed the vaulted ceiling where the smoke alarm is located (that's my story and I'm sticking to it), I realized I had kept my word.

I had not set off the smoke alarm.

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  1. Ha, ha!

    Everyone knows dinners done when the smoke alarm goes off here...it's like the dinner bell. :)

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  2. At least the kids are alerted that dinner is almost ready...you don't even have to yell!

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  3. You MAKE Lion House orange rolls. Geez. I suck.

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  4. We use to always tease my mom that she didnt need a kitchen timer, she just went by whenever the smoke alarm went off LOL. I can honestly say that I have never sent off the smoke alarm while cooking!

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  5. I'm with June. What a great system you have going!

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  6. Oh honey... try being DEAF and setting off that blasted alarm every time, LOL ;) It just annoys the heck out of the neighbors, ha ha.

    I'm follower #68 :) Nice to meet ya

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