The big move and exploding ovens

First of all apologies for lack of posts over the past two weeks, however, I do have a valid excuse; I was moving house! We waved goodbye to our grotty old flat and moved into our gorgeous new home! I cant even put into words how happy I am with the new house. It is a proper grown-up house with an upstairs AND a downstairs!

Shiny new house

The day before the big move I decided to bake some delicious cookies and brownies for all the wonderful people helping us move, because I am nice like that.

Although, not everything went according to plan...



The caramel brownies cooked fine (I will dedicate a post to them soon) but when the time came to bake the cookies it all went horribly wrong!

I dolloped 8 lovely walnut sized cookie dough balls onto the baking sheet, popped them in the preheated oven, around five minutes later as I was standing in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea I heard an almighty bang and was showered with glass!

The oven door literally exploded!

Kabooooom!

No idea why, it had only been on for a maximum of 2 hours. I rescued the slightly undercooked cookies and frantically called the landlord. By the sounds of it this wasn't the first time this had happened. The landlord didn't sound surprised or concerned but on the plus side, we were moving the following day!

The eight cookies I had managed to cook were still a little raw in the middle, so the rest of the batter went off to a friends house to finish cooking.
The feedback I got from aforementioned friend was that the cookies weren't that great anyway, so my quest for the perfect cookie recipe continues.

I cannot wait to get baking in my new kitchen, this weekend (inspired by The Great British Bake Off) I am going to try my hand at bread!