Several days ago now I put some lentils on to cook in the kitchen, just to make some soup go a bit further for tea. I turned it on high and then went down stairs to my studio. Engrossed, it was several hours later when I went to come back upstairs and was greeted by a horrible smell of burning that I remembered what I had done. I rushed into the kitchen which was full of smoke, realised about the pot, grabbed it and filled it with water.
Now it sits outside in my garden, very burnt and waiting. It is passed redemption. And it was such a good size and so useful.
Anyway a few weeks passed and I recovered and went to get new pots.
Lovely shiny new pots. I have never had such lovely, shiny new pots. The pots sat on the bench for several more weeks while I admired them, plucked up enough courage to use them - they were just so new.
And then I had to reorganise my cupboards because I now had a whole set of new pots as well as my old ones that weren't burnt.
It really is amazing what one very burnt pot can do!!!!