A few days ago someone was making us lunch before we went to the pumpkin patch. Great! Except she may have gotten distracted. I happened to look up and see smoke coming from a skillet on the stove. I asked her is she wanted it to smoke. Nope! Our grilled cheese were new burnt cheese. This called for another round of opening windows and doors to air out the house.
Yep, that would be what was to be my lunch.
It’s as black as my black shirt. Ew. The other side was salvageable so I just peeled it apart and folded the good side in half. Ta dah! My lunch was saved.
Then I realized it might be fun to pass the burnt half on to OMG Becky like it really was what she was expected to eat. Fun, right? We all sat down at the table and started eating our lunch just waiting for her to appear and join us. At first she didn’t notice…
But then! She freaked out a bit with a loud “What the heck?!” I was too busy laughing to get a good photo of the moment.
She turned it over in hope of at least one good side. No such thing on that sandwich. Doesn’t it look appealing?
What was the last thing you burnt in the kitchen?