Alex was removing supper from the oven when she walked into the kitchen.
An hour later she was pushing a pizza in the oven when Yancey walked in.
Lisa washed her hands and put the biscuits in the oven before picking her up.
He squinted as he surveyed the black oven surrounding them.
Then she lit the oven and washed her hands.
The next morning, after Cade left, she threw a roast in the oven and eagerly set to work on the family room.
The oven dinged and Betsy moved to the kitchen.
She pulled the last of the cookies from the oven and set them on top to cool.
She put a heaping plate in the oven and returned to the living room with cookies and milk for Darian.
That, and the little matter of a cookie in the oven of love, which seemed to be taking a back seat in her ire.
She shut the cabinet door and hung the towel over the oven door handle to dry.
Back at the house, Carmen prepared the chicken for the oven while Destiny sat in her high chair playing with some cereal.
He put a tray of garlic bread into the oven and the pungent smell of warming cheese filled the room.
Sarah removed the last batch of pies from the oven at 4:00p.m. then surveyed the estate, a virtual Fall/Halloween Extravaganza inside and out.
After that the chickens needed to be fed and she needed to get that chevon roast in the oven so it would be ready for lunch.
She was cleaning the oven when the phone rang.
Grabbing the scrub sponge, she started cleaning the oven again.
She had biscuits in the oven and was heating up a pan to fry some eggs when Alex walked in.
I've got to get a roast in the oven - company coming tonight.
Not so with the national customs. There are features - the wooden house, the oven, the bath - which the Russian never abandons, even when swamped in an alien population.
MARIA CUNITZ (c. 1610-1664), Silesian astronomer, was the eldest daughter of Dr Heinrich Cunitz of Schweinitz, and the wife (1630) of Dr Elias von ',Oven, of Pitschen in Silesia - both of them men of learning and distinction.
This sort of gingerbread is baked daily and more sedulously than pure wheat or rye-and-Indian in almost every oven, and finds a surer market.
Only Malasha, Andrew's six-year-old granddaughter whom his Serene Highness had petted and to whom he had given a lump of sugar while drinking his tea, remained on the top of the brick oven in the larger room.
Malasha looked down from the oven with shy delight at the faces, uniforms, and decorations of the generals, who one after another came into the room and sat down on the broad benches in the corner under the icons.