Well, I bbq'd a tritip today right before Mike came home from work. I had it on a thick plastic tray with a fork thingy and knife. I busted Ron sniffing it, so I slipped the tray w/tritip into the oven to keep it from the cats.

Apparently Mike forgot. I woke up to an awful stench. According to Mike it was "Just the oven heating up, I'm making cookies." The pics speak for themselves. We're going to have to get a new oven. This will NEVER come off. (I wanted an oven anyways.)