I am very fortunate that the hubby prefers to cook...I think because I have had so many disasters. You know...FIRES. Last winter my DIL and infant grand daughter were here...she told me she was 'boiling nipples' on the stove. To begin with, who does that anymore??? Anyway, she asked me turn them off after five minutes as she wanted to take a shower. The fire alarm went off, the nipples were burned to a rubbery mess and the arcing flames burned the crap out of four kitchen cabinets...which had to be repainted. I am very lucky it wasn't worse...knew enough to throw a blanket over the fire. I need timers. sirens, bells, whistles, or a handsome stud to stand in my kitchen and yell when the food is done. I put brownies in the oven to bake and went to Walmart! Thankfully, the hubby has a good nose.