Later, I decided to make tomato, goat cheese and onion tarts for dinner. I saw the recipe on Food Network from Ina Garten and they sounded delicious. Now, the oven in our house is quite old. I don't think it is the original oven from 50 years ago, but it's not that far off. The thermostat doesn't work properly and the broiler doesn't work at all. (I am really looking forward to having a broiler!) Well, the oven must have known that I went to the appliance store yesterday to look at new stoves! Long story short, the tarts are made with puff pastry, and the ones on the bottom rack burned. Not quite as badly as the hamburger buns, but burned, nonetheless. The two on the upper shelf survived, and although they were not cooked thoroughly, they were really delicious. I highly recommend the recipe. Here is the link: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/tomato-and-goat-cheese-tarts-recipe/index.html
Little did we know that was only the beginning of our excitement for the day... Much later after dinner, morning person FR Guy had already gone to bed and night person FR Gal was watching TV. At 11:25 the door bell rang. Since all of our neighbors have our telephone numbers, I seriously doubted it was one of them. From the front door, which has glass panels, someone could see that the TV was on, but could not see me sitting on the sofa. There was no way I was going to answer. It rang three times in succession over a minute or two and then stopped. I assumed whoever it was went away, but nooooo. It started up again at about 11:45. Long story shorter, the wonderful police officer in our small town came to the house and looked around. He said that some kids were gathered not too far away and it may be them. Shortening the story further, this kept up for almost an hour and a half. The wonderful police officer drove and walked all over the neighborhood and I called him each time the bell rang (at his request). He could never see anyone, though. FR Guy gave up and went to bed, but not before saying "it's probably a frog or we have a short in the doorbell". The policeman finally hid in the hedges next to the house and had a clear view to the front door when the bell rang - and there was no one there pushing it! Unbelievable and totally embarrassing! It was almost 1:30 a.m. by then and he left, probably thinking we were loony tunes! Now, I have never thought we had a ghost, so that wasn't it. A frog could perhaps accidently hit the bell once as a fluke (there are lots of frogs around) and I know the snake didn't do it, so that leaves only one solution. We have a short in the doorbell!
I now owe the Town police some killer brownies. Actually, I love the Bobby Flay recipe for blondies, so that is what I will probably make to take to them as an apology. Here's the link to that recipe: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/bobby-flay/blondies-recipe/index.html
Thankfully, we cannot hear the doorbell from our bedroom so we never knew if it kept ringing. Interestingly, we have been home most of the day and have not heard a peep from the offending door bell! Hummmm. Maybe there is a ghost!
I hope you try the recipes, but I promise this will not turn into a cooking blog! However, after the burned buns and tarts, FR Guy said we can start counting down the rest of the meals we have to have in this house! I can assure you, there will be no more tarts in our retarted stove!
The door bell incident reminded me of a problem we had recently with the alarm system, but that is a post for another day.
Stay Tuned!
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