Once upon a time there was a girl named Alli who moved to the far side of the sea. She was blessed with a very lovely apartment (maybe the loveliest she’d ever had!) with a lovely kitchen and an oven for baking bread.
She made her first batch. It did not go well.

Then when she set the bread pan out to cool, she exploded the cooktop.

Into a million tiny pieces.

The end.

(It has been replaced. I have not tried bread again.)