oven. baked. I tried Baked! cookies, and they were delicious. They give you so many options to customize your order, and if you wanted to, you can make all sorts of crazy stuff. As for me, I like the simple pleasures- a baker’s dozen of straight up peanut butter.
the oven dinged, and i took the cookies out. my glove fell off, into the cookies, but i didn’t notice. later, my stick of a hand fell off, because i didn’t have my glove to keep it warm. i guess snowmen have to keep warm hands.
He placed the loaf of bread in the oven and started the time. I really hope this turns out well, he though. The last time he had tried to make bread he had set the entire oven on fire. He looked back on this and laughed
Of course he thought it was funny. His wife didn’t
It’s used to create awesome dinners for holidays. Also used every other night in my house. It is the object which curious children use to accidentally burn thier hands.
I was reading Sendak’s book “In the Night Kitchen” and then looked it up on wikipedia, it was a good book,i had enjoyed it as a child. Then, I learned, Sendak had meant the hitler-moustached bakers putting mickey in the cake into the oven as a metaphor for the holocaust.
ovens
baking
heat
and full of cookies
sweet treats
Fahrenheit
lots of foods
thanksgiving turkeys
stuffing
so much food
but a little long in time
oh well, it still takes good.
The spicy scent of gingerbread wafted through the small house, making it smell like Christmas all over again. Even though it was the middle of July, the memories that smell alone could conjure up made the writer smile to themselves.
the oven is the most disgusting appliance in the shared kitchen. nobody bothers to clean it up. and it has dirty stains and a foul smell. but surprisingly, most people in the kitchen still uses it. i wonder how they can stain the foul smell of the oven.
I’m not sure exactly what an oven is good for, but it does seem to keep things pretty warm. I like being warm, so this is why I like ovens. I like to stand in front of them when they are hot and I like opening them to put food in or take food out. At least, I have never put anything other than food in an oven, except for pans once the oven has cooled. But cold ovens are pretty useless because they are just like any other piece of metal in a kitchen… Not hot, like they should be.
I saw her out today,
saw her curved belly,
the water on her lips,
the line of her spine
that used to be mine.
Why?
I asked her why.
She said,
“Well, there’s no time
Oven is nice. Oven is warm, toasty. The oven feels good when you reach inside of it; the oven is cool. The oven turns off when you switch the dial. The oven is kind and caring. The oven makes you feel nice. The oven is to cook all your food. I love the oven; it’s so nice and warm. The oven makes me really happy. Yes, ovens are nice. I love them. Oh yes, oh yes.
I hate cleaning the oven. I just cooked lasagna and got lasagna juice all over the oven. Now every time I turn it on, it lasagna juice burns and stinks up the house. I really should clean it. My husband thinks I should clean it too, because I cooked the lasagna but I hate cleaning the oven.
I like ovens so much. I like to cook many things in the oven, but i’m not really that good at cooking. I normally burn things even when i have the timer on because i don’t like to follow the directions. I like to cook. But this is a problem. Horno means oven in Spanish. I’m really good at Spanish. I’m really really really good.
The oven was open, emitting a surge of hot air. And also, unfortunately, a very distinct smell. The smell of burnt cake. “Damn it!” I yelled, coughing at the haze of black smoke that was now billowing from the open oven door. “Why does this always happen to me?” So much for cooking dessert tonight. What was I going to tell my friends when I showed up without a cake?
It is a place in which to Cook. Also can be metaphorically used to display a situation in which someone does not desire to be in. It’s also a place of develpoment. IN which something changes for the Good.
the oven burned hot, fire began to slowly arise from behind the dimly lit window. Soon, the house was on fire and the piano my mother gave me from her father was burned along with it. I had no outlet.
The oven is burning. It doesn’t work. There’s smoke. Someone please turn it off. I don’t think I can. I’m sitting on the balcony. Someone inside the apartment should turn it off. We need to get that fixed before it starts a house fire. That wouldn’t be a good thing. Someone please hurry.
My oven is old, but it gets used a lot. I bake brownies, mostly, as my boyfriend loves them. But it is also the place of crusty French bread and garlic bread for pairing with pasta. I used to have a great big, old stove which worked perfectly. When I build a house, it will go there, even though it’s not stainless or perfect.
once the jews were in the chamber, they all began to cough and splutter, and as the realisation slowly dawned on the first of them, like a hysteria it spread the group, and like an infectious panic it felled them.
I put myself in the oven and laid my head to rest. It baked nicely, giving off fumes of slightly burnt meat. With a corner of my eye, I watched myself getting slowly roasted, grilled, and then charred.
hot white red cook food bam yum amazing deliscious burt burnt nast black ash chalky gross ewww love is fire haha i love you you love me he loves us i love this world this worls is balck lackin love i hate it ovven are
one in the oven, that’s what she had and neithger of us saw it coming. That’s it then, everything chances. Old dreams on hold, new ones in the pipeline.
But after just 2 months was This what either of them truly wanted?
oven is hard to tuch in the oven but it is the same as the night is could har it before as the sam ein the work, if we had five times i gine u think the word of oven lol.
I pulled the homebaked pie from the oven. I never dreamed of a day like today, its different from others. No constant yelling or frantic screaming. Today was good.
the oven is hot. Often, I bake cookies in the oven. On Thursday, I baked apple crisp in that oven thing. I almost burned myself. Preheat, bake, it happens in the oven!!!!
Well, I could obviously say Jews belong here, but that’s mean. Oven’s get very hot, ya know. I know that my oven once burned my ring. I also melted paperclips with it. It was kinda funny. I wanna stick my breadstick in one sometime. Lol, where’s
bun in the oven. i just recently discovered that bun in the oven means pregnant. i mean, for a while, i thought it meant intercourse, but from Mean Girls, I learned that that is to “butter ones muffin”.
The oven sat in the corner of my grandmother’s old kitchen, rusty and caked on with grease. I had long ago given up on trying to get the thing completely clean.
again? the word oven again? that was yesterday’s word. i want to throw the word oven into an oven and watch it burn. i mean really. what is so provocative about an oven? its a stupid appliance! how about a new word? please?
hot and warm
full of cookies and pies
dinner
nice on winter days
don’t use so much in the summer
oven. baked. I tried Baked! cookies, and they were delicious. They give you so many options to customize your order, and if you wanted to, you can make all sorts of crazy stuff. As for me, I like the simple pleasures- a baker’s dozen of straight up peanut butter.
the oven dinged, and i took the cookies out. my glove fell off, into the cookies, but i didn’t notice. later, my stick of a hand fell off, because i didn’t have my glove to keep it warm. i guess snowmen have to keep warm hands.
He placed the loaf of bread in the oven and started the time. I really hope this turns out well, he though. The last time he had tried to make bread he had set the entire oven on fire. He looked back on this and laughed
Of course he thought it was funny. His wife didn’t
big thing that gets stuff cooked in
heat
It’s used to create awesome dinners for holidays. Also used every other night in my house. It is the object which curious children use to accidentally burn thier hands.
an oven is hot, my mom uses one every day. I’ve burnt my hand on the oven at least three times. Ovens are used in culinarial schools.
I was reading Sendak’s book “In the Night Kitchen” and then looked it up on wikipedia, it was a good book,i had enjoyed it as a child. Then, I learned, Sendak had meant the hitler-moustached bakers putting mickey in the cake into the oven as a metaphor for the holocaust.
everything was ruined.
there’s a bun in there
ovens
baking
heat
and full of cookies
sweet treats
Fahrenheit
lots of foods
thanksgiving turkeys
stuffing
so much food
but a little long in time
oh well, it still takes good.
The spicy scent of gingerbread wafted through the small house, making it smell like Christmas all over again. Even though it was the middle of July, the memories that smell alone could conjure up made the writer smile to themselves.
the oven is the most disgusting appliance in the shared kitchen. nobody bothers to clean it up. and it has dirty stains and a foul smell. but surprisingly, most people in the kitchen still uses it. i wonder how they can stain the foul smell of the oven.
I’m not sure exactly what an oven is good for, but it does seem to keep things pretty warm. I like being warm, so this is why I like ovens. I like to stand in front of them when they are hot and I like opening them to put food in or take food out. At least, I have never put anything other than food in an oven, except for pans once the oven has cooled. But cold ovens are pretty useless because they are just like any other piece of metal in a kitchen… Not hot, like they should be.
I saw her out today,
saw her curved belly,
the water on her lips,
the line of her spine
that used to be mine.
Why?
I asked her why.
She said,
“Well, there’s no time
As long as the oven was on, we thought we might as well just run along with it and bake some cookies after the chicken was roasted.
Bread warm buns babies pizza love
Oven is nice. Oven is warm, toasty. The oven feels good when you reach inside of it; the oven is cool. The oven turns off when you switch the dial. The oven is kind and caring. The oven makes you feel nice. The oven is to cook all your food. I love the oven; it’s so nice and warm. The oven makes me really happy. Yes, ovens are nice. I love them. Oh yes, oh yes.
I hate cleaning the oven. I just cooked lasagna and got lasagna juice all over the oven. Now every time I turn it on, it lasagna juice burns and stinks up the house. I really should clean it. My husband thinks I should clean it too, because I cooked the lasagna but I hate cleaning the oven.
I like ovens so much. I like to cook many things in the oven, but i’m not really that good at cooking. I normally burn things even when i have the timer on because i don’t like to follow the directions. I like to cook. But this is a problem. Horno means oven in Spanish. I’m really good at Spanish. I’m really really really good.
The oven was open, emitting a surge of hot air. And also, unfortunately, a very distinct smell. The smell of burnt cake. “Damn it!” I yelled, coughing at the haze of black smoke that was now billowing from the open oven door. “Why does this always happen to me?” So much for cooking dessert tonight. What was I going to tell my friends when I showed up without a cake?
It is a place in which to Cook. Also can be metaphorically used to display a situation in which someone does not desire to be in. It’s also a place of develpoment. IN which something changes for the Good.
ovens are hot and awesome. mine doesn’t get used nearly often enough. Some times i wish i was better at baking. I think i’ll try to make cookies today
the oven burned hot, fire began to slowly arise from behind the dimly lit window. Soon, the house was on fire and the piano my mother gave me from her father was burned along with it. I had no outlet.
The oven is burning. It doesn’t work. There’s smoke. Someone please turn it off. I don’t think I can. I’m sitting on the balcony. Someone inside the apartment should turn it off. We need to get that fixed before it starts a house fire. That wouldn’t be a good thing. Someone please hurry.
My oven is old, but it gets used a lot. I bake brownies, mostly, as my boyfriend loves them. But it is also the place of crusty French bread and garlic bread for pairing with pasta. I used to have a great big, old stove which worked perfectly. When I build a house, it will go there, even though it’s not stainless or perfect.
once the jews were in the chamber, they all began to cough and splutter, and as the realisation slowly dawned on the first of them, like a hysteria it spread the group, and like an infectious panic it felled them.
I put myself in the oven and laid my head to rest. It baked nicely, giving off fumes of slightly burnt meat. With a corner of my eye, I watched myself getting slowly roasted, grilled, and then charred.
hot white red cook food bam yum amazing deliscious burt burnt nast black ash chalky gross ewww love is fire haha i love you you love me he loves us i love this world this worls is balck lackin love i hate it ovven are
she bakes the dinner for her family. She wishes she saw the outside of her kitchen. She wishes she didn’t settle.
one in the oven, that’s what she had and neithger of us saw it coming. That’s it then, everything chances. Old dreams on hold, new ones in the pipeline.
But after just 2 months was This what either of them truly wanted?
oven is hard to tuch in the oven but it is the same as the night is could har it before as the sam ein the work, if we had five times i gine u think the word of oven lol.
oven is very hot , it like the fire when you think a lot it it means the same as fire i know that is very hot when we tuch in the oven…. : ) lol
I pulled the homebaked pie from the oven. I never dreamed of a day like today, its different from others. No constant yelling or frantic screaming. Today was good.
the oven is hot. Often, I bake cookies in the oven. On Thursday, I baked apple crisp in that oven thing. I almost burned myself. Preheat, bake, it happens in the oven!!!!
OVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Well, I could obviously say Jews belong here, but that’s mean. Oven’s get very hot, ya know. I know that my oven once burned my ring. I also melted paperclips with it. It was kinda funny. I wanna stick my breadstick in one sometime. Lol, where’s
bun in the oven. i just recently discovered that bun in the oven means pregnant. i mean, for a while, i thought it meant intercourse, but from Mean Girls, I learned that that is to “butter ones muffin”.
The oven sat in the corner of my grandmother’s old kitchen, rusty and caked on with grease. I had long ago given up on trying to get the thing completely clean.
again? the word oven again? that was yesterday’s word. i want to throw the word oven into an oven and watch it burn. i mean really. what is so provocative about an oven? its a stupid appliance! how about a new word? please?