I was never much of a cook. I couldn’t seem to get that timing thing down quite right. Over time, I actually learned to like very well-done, often times totally burnt food, especially toast and pizza. Back then, my smoke detector doubled as my oven timer as well as my “time for dinner” bell, and my mantra to my intimidated friends became, “Oh, just scrape off the burnt part and eat it" it’s not gonna kill ya!” Al» though the firefighters of engine #9 came over to see me many times, my guests usually only came over once; for some reason they always wanted to go out to eat.