Today something extraordinary happened. I used an oven. And not a microwave oven, oh no, but a real one. I haven't used such a thing since I moved out from my parents place.

How did this come to pass, you ask? Well, it's related to the fact that I bought a pizza that was supposed to be cooked in a microwave oven. Or so I thought. Turned out it wasn't at all! Turned out it was a pizza for an ordinary oven. And I was hungry, so I wanted to eat it, so I didn't have much choice but to use the ordinary oven.

And that's the story of me and the oven.