I was so busy reading JoyT's post (and not laughing, no sir that was not me laughing, well, OK, maybe I was laughing a little) that the crackling noise in the background escaped me for a while.
It did its best to penetrate my hysterical laughter (OK, maybe I laughed a lot) and something eventually got through. Nothing to worry about I thought, it's probably just the logs on the woodburner. Except logs on the fire usually spit and don't sound like popcorn popping.
That'll be the rice in the saucepan burning then.
Dinner and one saucepan irretrievably burnt.
Ho hum. That's karma for you.
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