I think I may have mentioned on ye ol' blog a time or two the great epic saga of the exploding stove. Basically, one time when I was about 13 I was at my dad's house in Bountiful keeping an eye on the whole gaggle of siblings I have. I pulled a Papa Murphy's pizza out of the oven, stepped over to the counter to set it down, and the entire glass front of the stove exploded outward on to the floor. I heard later it had something to do with the glass not being tempered correctly, but really I just remember thinking that none of the adults in my life seemed as concerned about the possibility of future EXPLODING OVENS as much as my siblings and I were.
Anyway, fast forward like 16 years to a couple of weeks ago. I was feeding Baggins some sort of delicious vegetable mash for lunch and decided to reheat some of the super fantastic roasted potatoes I'd made for dinner the night before for my own meal. I popped them into the oven on broil on a glass plate, and sat back down on the ground cross-legged to finish shoveling puree into my hungry bird's gaping mouth.
At some point, I cocked my head a bit to the side and thought to myself, Hmmm. I betcha that glass isn't temp...
But I didn't even finish the thought before a loud POP and a sizzle came from the oven.