Do it yourself Protechnics!

I went and saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra last night.

Flippin' AMAZING. If you have the chance, GO SEE THEM.

So, my father and I were cooking tonight, and managed to recreate the stage show effects in our kitchen.

The lazers were a bit of a bust, but I did manage to get a large open flame. In my oven.

Note to Martha Stewart: olive oil on 'high broil' explodes into a nice flame. Who knew.

The french bread toasts quickly became something more akin to paving stones.

The oven, being a modern appliance and having more sense than its users, started beeping. Ever the great natural leader, my father and I where handling the crisis brilliantly.

By panicking.

Just like the Trans-Siberian Orchestra often brings the spectators excitement to a fever pitch, our panicking quickly grew into all out chaos.

Which may have been handled better if damn would just stop beeping.

In a burst of rational thought, my father quickly deposited the flaming bread outside, so that the smoke alarm would not join in a duet with the oven.

There is now smoke everywhere, I'm racking my brain for the smoke alarm code for when it goes off, Dad is trying to stamp out the remaining flames.

Then, in the midst of this chaos, the frog prince (via the door open to try and let the smoke out) hopped on the scene. Due to both the resident cooks laking the correct pair of cromosones to try and help, we left him to the mercy of my cat. He had my cat cornered in seconds.

Finally, most of the smoke has billowed out, and I have enough sense to ask Dad to get the instructions for turning the now desperately beeping oven off.

As most of you out there know, the instruction manual was no help, so we started flipping fuses at random to try and get it to turn off.

After making our house look like it was possessed by at least 2 ghosts, we finally flipped the right switch and turned the stupid oven off.

Then rescued my cat from the hostage situation he was in.

In conclusion: french toasts a flambe was a total failure