OK.
So I tried to bake a frozen pie. Only Dad had thawed it
I go & put it on a cookie sheet, & go to put it in the pre-heated oven.
And dump it.
Right between the inner edge of the oven door, & the oven.
Pie slimes everything, & flows down into the drawer beneath the oven, where we keep the pot lids.
I start swearing at the top of my lungs.
My elderly father comes in, & tries to take charge. He also feels that I have no right to be upset, as my feeling upset annoys him.
Many bitter words are exchanged.
Cleanup takes forever, as oven is hot.
Neither of us are happy tonight.
And no pie.