Jesus fuck!
The brussel sprouts are burnt
Smoke crowds into the recessed lighting
The sweet potatoes are still rock hard
They might need another hour
The chicken is as yet undercooked
Fuck! The new meat thermometer has stopped working
The old meat thermometer was likely made in 1964
Shit, shit, shit. I'm almost out of spinach. We need something green
The glass shatters when the fridge closes
The oven sits wide open
