We decided, after combining all the secret, special ingredients and the hours of preparation, the tender loving care... that we'd go have a beer and cigar. Upon our return, the house was filled with smoke and the chili was. Um. Dead. We had somehow left the burner on 6.
Forty dollars in ingredients. All that precious time spent chopping, dicing, spicing. Perfection. Up in smoke.
After having a mini fit about wasting food, (I'm talking steak, sausage... er, I can't tell you any more) we decided to bake a pizza for lunch. 10 minutes later, the house was again filling with smoke.
What the HELL was going on here? Is it me? Is it the stove? Is it KARMA?
So tomorrow morning I will go back to the store, spend another forty f*%king dollars and start again.
It will be akin to repainting the Mona Lisa.