While chatting on the phone an acrid smell finds my olfactory with an immediate sense of alarm throwing me into action, or rather, panic.  I looked into the kitchen, only to spy my mother-in-law staring at the oven slack-jawed, black smoke pouring from the top of the door. “WHAT HAPPENED???” “Uh, I don’t know, I was cleaning, pushed the button, maybe another one, it beeped and then, uh, and you were on the phone, I didn’t want to disturb you…”. Well, maybe this alone might not have been a problem, except that the oven was STUFFED with pots and pans. Yeah, I know, you are thinking, well why didn’t you just turn it off? Because, smarty-pants, when the oven is in auto-clean mode, the door locks and there ain’t no opening it – unless you unplug the oven! Oh the stink, oh the thought of having to pay for a new oven, and new pans, and a new pressure cooker – fortunately only the pressure cooker took a dive. And the oven? Well, it finally stopped stinking after a couple of very thorough cleanings.