Shit! This is the second time I did this within a few months: I burnt and probably ruined a good quality cooking pot. My parents are coming back from Newfoundland today and I thought it’d be nice if I cooked a nice supper for them, so I cooked a nice prime rib roast and put potatoes on to boil. I go downstairs to listen to Jim on WWR while waiting for the potatoes to cook, and a bit later I hear the goddamn fire alarm going off. Shit! The potatoes!
I’m not a forgetful person, normally. I blame Jim.