Pear Pie

 So I was making a pear pie for my coworkers because they keep asking me if a pear pie is like an apple pie. It is not. I cleaned out the oven, because it's an awesome storage space and Austin and I keep all kinds of things in there, like bread, leftovers and other food stuffs we don't want the dog stealing. So I look over the oven, nothing left. Preheat. Faint odor. I open the oven. Nothing. Smokey smell is stronger. Still nothing. When the smell continues, I open the oven again. This time I noticed the clothes pin on fire.

I will have to ask Austin what he had hanging from the clothes pin and why he thought it a good idea to hang it from the broiler coil.

Later:
Austin denies putting the clothespin on the broiler coil in the oven. He says it was probably on something else and got caught on the coil. As the burn is at the bottom of the pin, I believe him. Austin has now initiated this clothespin into the world of silly faces.