YES! IT WAS ME!

I went home last night to "experiment" with a "new recipe". Probably not so new to most people. But when you are working with a stove and a kitchen when you haven't had one for two years, well, life can be different. And especially when it is a gas stove. Who knows what could happen.

I fixed up my dinner, which turned out superbly! Very tasty. A form of spaghetti, but not quite. But oh so good. Yes, I am enjoying cooking and such!

I had set out enough chicken for dinner last night and a chicken salad sandwich today for lunch at work. I was being so good about being on top of things. So around 7 I put my last Chicken on to boil so that I could shred it and make up my chicken salad later. I promptly left it to boil on the stove and went to my studio to get some work done.

No big deal. All was good.

Well, I got lots done last night. Really I did. Until I smelled this unusual aroma. HHMMMMMM! What could it be!

"Oh NO!" I thought.
"My Chicken."

I rushed upstairs, only to find the glass lid all black, no water in the pot, and a rather, well sad looking burnt chicken (only on the bottom though). I picked up the pot and rushed outside for fresh air.

10 minutes later I came back in. Set the blackened lid on the stove, put the little chicken on a towel, and placed the pot in the sink with water and soup.

Bless me, I was able to use most of the chicken. It was more than done. No need to worry about disease from raw meat from me today!!!

And let's just say that the pot is still sitting in water in the sink today!

But oh the house! I was embarrassed. I turned on the ceiling fan. Anything to get the smell out. Didn't work. My roommate got home before the smell left home. All I could say was, "Yes, It was me! I burnt my chicken. SORRY!" There was a smile and a chuckle with a word of encouragement, "That Happens. I've done it before."

Didn't make me feel better, but hey, at least we were all of one understanding!