Why is the oven saying "hi"?

My darling mother has posted a Facebook photo album of me attempting to cook.


I must admit, I have made some fairly awesome strides for my age. At the age of 21 years, 6 months, and 10 days, here are the things I can honestly say I have avoided doing in my life:

• Ever frying hamburger.


• Ever barbequing anything that wasn't a hot dog.


• Ever cooking anything in a slow cooker that someone had not set up for me.


• Making mashed potatos more than once. When my attempt was fed to other people, it was remarked "were you trying to make potato soup?"


• Ever cooking a raw chicken. Or a raw pork chop, or a raw roast. Or a raw dead animal of any sort.


• Ever cooking vegetables that were not frozen.

And some true confessions:

• When I went to Conestoga, there was a potluck. I bought cookies from the Sobey's bakery and put them in a cookie tin. Of course, they were homemade! ;)
  
• I tried to fry hamburger once and got so scared I was going to set the house on fire that I handed the baster off to my mum and went outside for a cigarette to calm myself down.


• I tried to make "the easiest Chinese rice ever" once, after being assured by a family member that it was impossible to mess up. I must not have put enough water in the rice because it never cooked. I threw it away and called for real Chinese.

So, it can be established that I cannot cook. I cannot make tacos because I do not know how to brown hamburger. I will never be able to cook a turkey because I would be afraid of setting it on fire. I mostly eat Minute Rice and vegetables and perogies because they are the only uncomplicated things in my mom's house. I sometimes try to eat soup but I can rarely operate the can opener. I have some sort of oven/stove related OCD, whereby for three days after I use the oven or the stove, I am constantly wondering "did I remember to turn off the oven/stove?".

Sure, I may be deathly afraid of raw meats, fire, flame, and ovens. But I do make a mean grilled ham and cheese.

Which brings me to the title of this post.
I walked into the kitchen when my mom was cooking garlic bread in the broiler, and displayed on the screen were the two letters "HI".
"Why is the oven saying Hi?", I asked, seriously.
"Uhm, the broiler is on high."
"Oh," I said, "I thought the oven was saying hello to us."