This morning I was doing laundry and every time I passed the kitchen I smelled something burning. I checked that the stove plates and the electric fryer that Michael used for breakfast were off. I told Michael and he was worried as he was busy working with electronic stuff but I told him the smell was stronger in the kitchen. I came to the conclusion that the neighbours had burned something.
About an hour later Michael called me from the kitchen and told me that the oven was on. I forgot that I had put a roast in the oven on a low heat to cook for dinner. Turns out that the burning smell, was a cooking smell. At least this time I did not burn the roast. I am a reasonably good cook but I forget that I am cooking so I burn food often. Any way I don’t know what is wrong with having food that is a little crisp.
People close to me know that we are currently under a lot of stress which makes me even more absent minded than usual. I am teased because I blog so much but at the moment this is how I cope with all the shite that I can’t do anything about right now. One day at a time.