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Wow I think I will have to try the superglue thing(after the fire deptment leaves of course, and the smoke clears so I can find that jar of sprinkle), I Hanging them in the oven while cooking pizza was not a good Idea, I should have know something was wrong when the strings started melting, but I figured I could just restring them after the glue was dried. Did you know the plastic sparkles against an electic oven element will catch fire. Oh well live and learn.
I have a gas oven, so I've never seen sprinkle/element interaction.
I just know that even a blown and rinsed egg gets stinky if put into an overly warm oven. Also, they turn brown. Even if they were a lovely blue/green to start with. And glitter sprinkles fail to glitter after a certain amount of heat, as well as create an interesting fragrance that probably isn't healthy. It's not pretty. Certainly doesn't capture the joy of Christmas. More like the howls of despair from DH as he wonders what I've trashed this time and what he's going to have to do to fix it. At least he didn't have to scrape anything from the bottom of the oven this time. Just air the house out real well.
Wow I think I will have to try the superglue thing(after the fire deptment leaves of course, and the smoke clears so I can find that jar of sprinkle), I Hanging them in the oven while cooking pizza was not a good Idea, I should have know something was wrong when the strings started melting, but I figured I could just restring them after the glue was dried. Did you know the plastic sparkles against an electic oven element will catch fire. Oh well live and learn.
I have a gas oven, so I've never seen sprinkle/element interaction.
I just know that even a blown and rinsed egg gets stinky if put into an overly warm oven. Also, they turn brown. Even if they were a lovely blue/green to start with. And glitter sprinkles fail to glitter after a certain amount of heat, as well as create an interesting fragrance that probably isn't healthy. It's not pretty. Certainly doesn't capture the joy of Christmas. More like the howls of despair from DH as he wonders what I've trashed this time and what he's going to have to do to fix it. At least he didn't have to scrape anything from the bottom of the oven this time. Just air the house out real well.