Today was fast Sunday. We go to the 1pm service, so we really do have to fast for two whole meals, as we don't get home from church until 4:30ish. I knew that it would be dark by the time we got home, and I would be hungry. So I had Emily and Sydney come help me peal potatoes for soup before we left for church. I chopped the potatoes and put them in the crock pot. I added carrots and celery and onion and chicken broth. Then I had to change a diaper, and we headed out the door.
During the Sacrament I thought of the soup and I couldn't remember putting the crock back into the pot! I was hoping that I did it and just didn't pay any attention. But when we got home there were no yummy smells coming from the kitchen. The crock was sitting on the counter near the sink, full of brown potatoes.
I don't know if potatoes go bad when you leave them out, but they didn't look good, so we pealed some more and put them on the stove top. The soup was boiling nicely, so I grabbed a handful of Pringles and decided to come check my email. I wrote a note to my sisters, read a note to Hannah, and completely forgot about the soup - AGAIN!
I had a bad feeling as I ran upstairs and could smell the unmistakable odor of burning potatoes. Blech. Now, I am used to having to be careful to not scrape the bottom of the pan, but really, this was beyond lightly scorched. Burned. To a crisp.
We had ice cream and good french bread for dinner.
Will try again tomorrow.