"Hell, I don't know. The cookbook says that carob is a substitute for chocolate, but who in their right mind would substitute chocolate when they're baking freaking fudge?"
"Well, in the first place, Dean," Sam lectured in a patient voice, "you don't bake fudge. You cook it on top of the stove. Which reminds me, did you get the candy thermometer?"
"I thought that was for the cranberry mold." Dean frowned, turned toward the kitchen. "What's that sound?"
"It's the smoke alarm! Shit, Dean, didn't you take the turkey out of the oven?"
"Maybe we should go out to eat."