... when the smoke alarm goes off.
I lit some garlic bread on fire on Friday night, and Hubs was much more relaxed about the whole episode this time around. You'll recall I flambed a steak a couple months ago while attempting to broil it in the oven. Same thing this time around, except this time the bread caught on fire because I forgot it was in there. We have a long standing tradition of burning bread in my family. There's some sort of mental block that happens as soon as bread enters the oven.
Anyway after the steak episode, Hubs had purchased a fire extinguisher, so he's fully prepared in the instance that I actually manage to light the kitchen on fire.