Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Burn, Baby, Burn.

I burned the bacon.Kinda reminds you of the National Geographic Kids' "guess what the picture is" close-up, huh?

Here lies evidence of said bacon-burning event. It doesn't make the same statement that say, a bra-burning or book-burning would. All it does is give the dog something to lick when I let him out later.
But the salad will survive! Back to the grocery.


  1. Oddly enough, I burned the chicken strips on Sunday - skinless, boneless, easy for someone like me to cook up (theoretically). Got busy writing, talking on phone etc and - burned!

    My DH said: I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often. I said; thank you, dear. I think.

  2. yep. my multi-task became a multi-pain-in-the-ass!!

  3. You know last time I did that, the house smelled like burned bacon forever - which isnt as nice as unburned bacon, unfortunately!