Ste11aeres
Well-Known Member
It's official. I can't do any kind of cooking that involves boiling.
I've long had a tendency to forget, when I had food cooking, that the food was cooking. However, I'd thought that I was getting over that bad tendency...
So I had some eggs (even though I don't like them very much) that needed to be used up. I decided to hardboil them. I put them on the stove, added water, and set the alarm on my cellphone to ring at about the time I shoudl check on them and turn the water off. However many minutes later...the alarm on my cellphone goes off. I think "Oh, that means I have to go check the eggs." (I remember thinking this. But not in words, since I don't think that type of thing in words.) And then, the thing I was working on intruded itself into my mind, and the thought of checking on the eggs exited my mind. About half an hour or so later, I went into the kitchen for other reasons and found the pot of eggs still boiling. I was grateful that I had gone into the kitchen at all before leaving for work, and had therefore found and turned off the eggs.
A few days later. I came home in the dark evening and there was a horrible smell. It reminded me of dirty diapers (but worse) and I could tell that it was some kind of food, some kind of meat. I thought "What on earth was my landlady cooking?" (I live in the same house with the owners of the house.) I went to my room. Coming down in a few moments I discovered a pot in which I had left chicken to boil in water. Someone had found it and turned it off. All the water had boiled up, the pot was dry with a few dark stains on the bottom, with the chicken in some super-cooked state lying on the bottom, and the source of the weird smell could not be denied.
I've long had a tendency to forget, when I had food cooking, that the food was cooking. However, I'd thought that I was getting over that bad tendency...
So I had some eggs (even though I don't like them very much) that needed to be used up. I decided to hardboil them. I put them on the stove, added water, and set the alarm on my cellphone to ring at about the time I shoudl check on them and turn the water off. However many minutes later...the alarm on my cellphone goes off. I think "Oh, that means I have to go check the eggs." (I remember thinking this. But not in words, since I don't think that type of thing in words.) And then, the thing I was working on intruded itself into my mind, and the thought of checking on the eggs exited my mind. About half an hour or so later, I went into the kitchen for other reasons and found the pot of eggs still boiling. I was grateful that I had gone into the kitchen at all before leaving for work, and had therefore found and turned off the eggs.
A few days later. I came home in the dark evening and there was a horrible smell. It reminded me of dirty diapers (but worse) and I could tell that it was some kind of food, some kind of meat. I thought "What on earth was my landlady cooking?" (I live in the same house with the owners of the house.) I went to my room. Coming down in a few moments I discovered a pot in which I had left chicken to boil in water. Someone had found it and turned it off. All the water had boiled up, the pot was dry with a few dark stains on the bottom, with the chicken in some super-cooked state lying on the bottom, and the source of the weird smell could not be denied.
