I was fixing dinner tonight and something happened to make me laugh.
When I got home from work tonight, I took out some chicken breasts, made a marinade (Thanks Adele for the recipe - Lemon Basil Chicken), and then while the chicken soaked, I went for a walk. It was such a lovely evening tonight. Temps in the 60's, slight breeze, more fresh air.
When I got home from my walk, I turned the chicken, checked my email, prepared the side dish and then put the chicken in the oven.
However, when I opened the oven to check on the chicken, my smoke detector went off.
I promised I didn't burn the chicken. I have no idea why the smoke detector went off. There wasn't any smoke. However the oven was set on broil so maybe it was too hot. Who knows, but the chicken had to stay a little longer in the oven, so I put it back in. When I went to take it out of the oven again, the smoke detector went off again. All I could do now was laugh.
So I stood in my kitchen and laughed. The cats scattered and hid under the bed, but I just stood there and laughed. I then went and fanned the nearest detector and it stopped.
Dinner was good. Quite moist and juicy. And I laughed. Not bad for a Wednesday evening.