Last Christmas was, in itself, more than a simple health hazard for me and my family. I, under some eronious impression that my helping with the cooking would put me in my family's good books, tried preparing and baking a quiche. All went well untill I had to cook it - don't ask me what I did, but, before I knew it, I'd managed to burn the quiche to the point of practically incinerating it, with the kitchen (and most of the house) swimming in huge clouds of black smoke.
This year I'll stay away from the kitchen and concentrate on actually enjoying the day
