This what happened last night while we were in the living room talking about trip we're going to take in April.
The water boiled away in a pot with artichokes. Eventually, I smelled something burning, and we checked.
Four overcooked artichokes and a wrecked pot. There's this crinkled dark stuff sticking to the bottom, even after an overnight soak. We might be able to salvage the steamer rack.
We ate the artichokes, because, hell, we cooked them. Tasted like burned electrical wire.
Oh, well.
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