My whole house smells like burning. The burnt sandwich was buried in the family trash can. RIP My cheesy buddy
Friday, January 27, 2006
I fail at being a girl, Part 356
I really wanted some grilled cheese today so I decided to go make myself some because I am an independent woman. (Throw your hands up at me.) I have made grilled cheese before, but I didn't really remember the proper cheese grilling procedure. I just decided to wing it. And of course, I failed miserably. I kinda sorta left the pan on the stovetop unattended and when I came back the entire pan was filled with flames. I put a lid on it to smother the raging fire, but the sandwich was lost forever. After I pried the cheesy goo and burnt sangwich off, this is what remains of the pan:
My whole house smells like burning. The burnt sandwich was buried in the family trash can. RIP My cheesy buddy
My whole house smells like burning. The burnt sandwich was buried in the family trash can. RIP My cheesy buddy
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