Tonight I turned the oven up to 375 to preheat it for our tasty homemade pizza that needed to be cooked. Little did I know that Nate had left his two rolls from dinner the previous night in the oven. So the oven is heating up...for quite awhile actually (wheat pizza dough takes a little longer to roll out!) and I thought to myself that the oven smelled like something was burning but I figured it was just something that had dripped down from some other meal since I had NO IDEA there were two perfectly good rolls burning to a crisp inside! I opened the oven to put the pizza in and my eyelashes practically got singed off by heat and smoke and I was shocked to see these looking back at me:

burnt and hard as rocks. we laughed pretty hard.
burnt and hard as rocks. we laughed pretty hard.






