AAaaaaarrrrhhh!!

[madrobins]

I got four decent pages written this morning and returned home, where my in-laws and husband were hanging out. Decided to make a double recipe of the sublime cranberry apricot compote my family uses in place of cranberry sauce (it's my brother-in-law's recipe, and utterly fab). So I start it up, set it going, and Sarcasm Girl calls from school, where she is feeling weak and wobbly and must be picked up instanter. So I tell Spouse to remove the cranberry sauce from the heat when the timer rings, and I go fetch home the child. When I get home, of course, the damned cranberry compote had burnt solid to the bottom of the damned pot, the house is smoky and smells horrid, and...and... damn.