There is an accompanying photo, but perhaps it's best that it's stuck on G's phone.
Sunday night G and I read about a movie on a friend's status on facebook. Checking out the trailer, we decided to go ahead and rent it. It's a great film called Courageous, about men stepping up in their roles as fathers. However, being the constant multitasker that I am, I had started cooking pinto beans to try and make homemade re-fried beans for burritos to freeze.
We were nearing the end of the movie, near midnight and G suddenly says, "What's that smell?" I leap up, having completely forgotten about beans, and worry that the house is on fire. It clearly smelled like smoke, and I freaked out. Rushing downstairs behind G, I think, "Well, the fire extinguisher is under the sink." Ha! He looks, and instantly cracks up. All the water was gone, and the beans had begun to burn and smoke themselves.
I tried to convince him that I could save them, using their smoky taste to make baked beans but he clearly thought I was crazy. It was humbling as someone who cooks so often to admit that I took too much on and burnt beans. Of course it helped that I was laughing so hard I was nearly doubled over. It pretty much sums up my life right now...too many pots on the burners!