So, the other day, I set the oven on fire


Fire. Hot, dangerous fire. Here’s what happened.

I was craving bacon. Not just any old bacon. I was craving some pancetta. Grilled to crispy perfection. Getting a little hungry just thinking about it.

Anyway. I did my usual. Got a couple of strips of pancetta out of the fridge, slapped them on a foil covered tray and put it in the oven for a couple of minutes.

Now, let me tell you this. I’ve done this before. I know how to put bacon in the oven and just let it grill until it gets nice and crispy. I’m no fool!

Though clearly I was. I slipped away to the sofa for a couple of minutes. Smelt something ‘odd’. That odd thing was the oven on fire. The pancetta had got so crispy it just set on fire. VOOMPH! FIRE! All I cared about was not setting the bloody smoke alarm off.

After I shut doors and opened windows I did the stupid thing of opening the oven and putting it in the sink. I should have just switched the oven off and left the stuff in there.

This has never happened to me before! So I put it down to the amount of fat in the pancetta from Waitrose. I will stick to my Tesco pancetta from now on. Less risk of fire in the oven.