Tonight I decided to do a little baking. I was just making some cookies. I decided I was feeling lazy and didn't want to have to scrub a cookie sheet later, so I decided to use parchment paper.
Fast forward 6 minutes of baking time...
I was watching Psych (I know, I know...I make cookies and watch Psych on a Friday night. It's been a long week, and this is exactly what I wanted to do tonight), and suddenly I thought, "Do I smell birthday candles?" And then I knew right away...I grabbed the box of wax paper instead of parchment paper.
Dang it.
So now I have half-cooked wax cookies, a wax-covered cookie sheet, and a house that smells like a 50 year-old just blew out all of his birthday candles.
