So I found myself trying to be master chef in the kitchen last night. The inaugural use of the oven commenced with my putting my gourmet frozen pizza in a crisp 425 degrees whilst watching House... overzealous and excessively hungry me forgot to take the cardboard off the bottom of the pizza.
So when I started to smell a smell that was more smoky fire, less delicious sizzling thai chicken toppings... I was alerted to the oversight.
I managed to salvage a decent pie, but was definitely a bit disheveled and diminished that the groundbreaking ceremonial meal was chemically fused to this thin circular cardboard disk.
So the lesson learned is not to let the flashy stainless steel exterior blind one to the fact that the potential for rookie moves lies around every corner.