I have this thing where I'm not fully capable of cooking brown rice. Which is actually pretty unfortunate because I LOVE brown rice. I just always somehow end up burning it. It's just...never been burnt this badly before.
I forgot that I needed to check my rice. Until I heard the fire alarm.
I ran out of my room into a hallway filled with smoke, turned into the kitchen to find (thankfully) there was no fire other than the one on the burner, turned that off, and frantically fanned the air around the alarm so that it would hush up and stop alerting the masses.
On the bright side, I scrubbed that pan so hard and so well that it's almost unrecognizable! Super shiny. Still old, but, I think my SOS sponge attack helped remove stuff that had been caked on there for years.
So, you know, moral of the story--be careful.
And don't tell my roommates...
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