So, the oven has finally broken, and the chicken that I made, with a mustard and vinegar marinade, could not be cooked.
I figured, "What the F%$#? I can just fire up the grill and put the pan in there."
It was a Glass Pan.
The chicken was salvageable, the pan was not, so a 27 year old pan that Sharon* and I got it when we went on a date to the Corning Museum in Corning, NY is now shards.
Sharon took it all in stride.
As I've told her many times, "It's like 'The Chicken" said, you knew the job was dangerous when you took it."