Iv never met a smoke detector I could get along with.
Granted, they save lives and all of that wonderful stuff… I am grateful for them in that way. But nothing kills a shiraz and salmon cooking buzz faster than being interrogated by an ear blasting alarm every time I open my slightly smoky oven.
My bad luck with sensitive smoke detectors has only been accentuated upon relocation to my humble little apartment in Wollongong, Australia. It became clear right away that my tiny kitchenette was no match for my spastic cooking, fogging up furiously at the first sign of smoky bacon grease. (more…)