I had good intentions..

And just to clarify, I'm not talking about my workout today. I did go to the gym and worked up a decent sweat. No, I'm referring to the yummy salad dinner I had planned last night. I'd been thinking of it all day... chicken breast cooked in terryaki sauce with onion, on top of lettuce with toasted almonds and feta cheese. Okay, this may sound like an odd combination to some but it really is yummy. So, I'm cooking the chicken and onions... all goes well. I put the sliced almonds under the broiler to be toasted. Children start demanding things... K needs a diaper change... T wants to listen to "princess" music... all of a sudden, what's that awful smell? Oh no! It's the almonds! I run up to the kitchen and see what was once to be my delicious, nicely toasted almonds in flames. My oven was literally on fire! Holy crap. Seriously! Children are now screaming and freaking out. I'm frozen.. what do I do? DAAAAAAAD! Yep, my dad was upstairs watching TV. He came down to the rescue and threw the flaming dish out into the grass, which fortunately was still wet from the frost we had yesterday. The house is pretty much blue with smoke which I can still smell today. But no one was hurt, nothing was terrible damaged.. except my almonds and the poor pie plate I had used. So, we continue on with dinner, sans almonds, with every window and door open, trying to air the place out. I just didn't have the heart to try and toast some more. All is well though.. I put the chicken on the lettuce, get out the feta cheese, weigh it and crumble it over top. I sneak a little pinch, as I usually do.. I love that stuff! OMG! GROSSSSS! It had gone bad and had this awful bitter, icky, gross taste. And it's now all over my otherwise yummy food. *sigh* I recover the chicken and toss the rest. So much for my planned healthy salad meal...