All your Pyrex are explode to us.

Today’s adventure: braised ribs for dinner, right?

Wrong. We got to go to Rosie’s.

Believe it or not, the Pyrex pan that I was using in the oven to braise the ribs….exploded in the oven. I kid you not: exploded. Jess took pictures, but she hasn’t uploaded them yet. (I’ll post them here when she does.)I can’t believe the damned pan exploded in the oven. I’d put it in there not five minutes before, and wandered to the computer room to check email. I heard a *pffft*—sounded like the liquid was boiling over—so I went into the kitchen to check.

The ribs were lying on the rack, the pan was shattered in bits, and there was a pool of red wine/chicken broth/carrots/celery/onion on the bottom of the oven.

At first it was funny. Then I wanted to cry (because I knew I’d be cleaning this mess up) and then it was funny again for a little while.

I’ve destroyed a lot of kitchen things over the past two years, but I’ve never made a pan explode before.

Guess we’ll have to try the ribs again some other time.

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