burnt offering
This is my dinner. It caught on fire while I was dyeing my hair.
This is what I did in response:
- - closed the oven door to inhibit oxygen so flame would go out
- - turned on the air conditioner
- - thought about the starving children in India
- - ordered Indian takeaway
- - poured self half a glass of wine
See, you really don't want to eat chez Elsie. (I think this is better than any of my mother's efforts, too.)

I burnt some pork fat - meant to be crackling - on the weekend. I was supervising the works in the back yard meant to be creating a garden but also eating the apple sauce from the jar with a spoon.
I shut the grill door and figured no one noticed. It took me an hour after work today to figure out where the smell in the kitchen came from.
Oh - that and I found a packet of that pre shredded coleslaw up against the back of my newish fridge.
Both the dogs spent a minute or two sniffing the burnt fat... to see if it was edible.
Posted by: Mel | November 20, 2006 at 11:08 PM
YOu know you're a blogger when the first thing that you do upon noticing the dinner's alight is take a picture of it.
Posted by: Laura | November 21, 2006 at 08:01 AM
*sniff* I think I'd be good at a crime scene.
Posted by: elsewhere | November 21, 2006 at 09:07 AM
What was it?
Posted by: Francsi Xavier Holden | November 21, 2006 at 09:54 AM
I meant to post this which I just read the other day - the comments also has a link to another food distaster.
http://speedysnail.com/2006/11/recipe_for_success.html#comment
Posted by: Francsi Xavier Holden | November 21, 2006 at 09:56 AM
It was a blade snake -- sob!
Speedy escargot?
Posted by: elsewhere | November 21, 2006 at 10:28 AM
some one was trying to make me look silly by mispelign my name
Posted by: Francis Xavier Holden | November 21, 2006 at 10:49 AM
That's ok, Francsi, it's been going on for a while.
You know, irony of this situation was that as I was dyeing my hair upstairs, I did entertain such thoughts as: 'Perhaps you should check the grill more often, in case meat catches on fire, you rush down, try to put it out, end up with rubber glove melded to hand, house burns down...nah, that's just catastrophising...you've got to stop these catastrophising thought processes.'
Just goes to show that CBT is wrong; there is a point to catastrophising! The power of negative thinking rules...
Posted by: elsewhere | November 21, 2006 at 11:04 AM
"..as I was dyeing my hair upstairs.."
That was after or before you dyed your hair downstairs?
Posted by: Francis Xavier Holden | November 21, 2006 at 11:08 AM
Ha! You know what I mean...
Is it leather or denim jacket weather in Melb at present?
Posted by: elsewhere | November 21, 2006 at 11:11 AM
It's sitting in the house with air con on weather - 34C outside
Posted by: Francis Xavier Holden | November 21, 2006 at 01:02 PM
Definitely no jacket at all weather.
Posted by: Laura | November 21, 2006 at 06:55 PM
Hmmm, I remain supremely distrustful of Melbourne's weather, tho weatherzone is now forecasting a high of 26 on Saturday...which is about wot the temperature was when I got up this morning.
Posted by: elsewhere | November 22, 2006 at 09:34 AM