“Olof!” I cried, “what are we going to do? We can’t have the oven on broil all night!” He shrugged, poured himself an after-dinner Scotch, then went to watch sourdough English muffin videos on YouTube. He was branching into raisin varieties.
But at this point, I am suffering from stove-related PTSD. I’ve already Googled sledge hammers. It better be listening.