I was at work and the Missus had to run some errands, so she loaded the oven with some chicken, slathered in barbecue sauce, along with corn, brussel sprouts and broccoli, and set the timer. We returned home together to a slightly warmer home permeated with a heavenly dinner-smell.
What a meal. Moist, delicious chicken. The brussel sprouts and broccoli were curiously crunchy and scorched on the outside, yet normal inside. Totally unusual, but not terrible. And corn on the cob, dragged through a stick of butter and salted to taste.