Burnt

So the familia was over at ‘Casa Nicole’ the other night, (a stylin’ restaurant in Whitby) and we were served a Potato-Salad that was to die for. My wife Maddy pulled some serious strings to get the recipe from the proprietor, and while I was preoccupied making plans to print off the recipe at the computer, my lunch burned.


I had big plans for a Turkey Soup w Salsa & Mint, and I was boiling up the leftover turkey wings and such for the broth. I had at least an inch of broth in the pot w the Turkey bits & bones, but I suppose I let it sit too long, or had the heat too high, or simply shouldn’t be allowed near the kitchen.Either way, the results were pretty awful.

My smoke detector is clearly a piece of shit, for even when I pulled off the lid, and the Metallica-concert-like Pyrotechnic flash-pot went off with a big ‘Poof!’ the cat was making plaintive sounds while the damn alarm sat mute. My house smells like someone was rottisserie-ing sneakers over a bag of flaming poo.

K-D it is then today, w fancy Dijon Ketchups.