Remember these cookies I made for Halloween? Yep I burned a whole batch of them, and I don't even have the excuse as, it was the first batch, because it was the first and the second batch.
And this sandwich I made? Yep, I just took a picture of the other side, did you notice how you couldn't see the top of the bun? Yep it was because I burned the tops and bottoms of them and didn't want to start over.
Then there is just the bread, I wanted a french loaf dipped in olive oil...and then I burned the outside...twice, wait no make that three times in one night.
(I did eat this piece of bread above, without cutting out the burnt parts, and I liked it)
My mom says, you know if you eat burnt bread it means that you don't value yourself and you deserve better than burnt bread. I tell her, no mom it's a necessity, if I didn't eat burnt bread I would starve...literally, I just took pictures of things I burned in two weeks, imagine how much I burn in a month? Bottom line I have learned to eat burnt bread out of necessity, and it's getting to the point where it's weird if I'm not eating burnt bread. Granted the bread burning business has been slowing down a bit since we got a toaster...it's that darn toaster oven I trust it EVERY.SINGLE.TIME that it's going to cook my bread to perfection, only to have my running towards the toaster oven yelling, My Toast, My Toast!
Don't worry, Baby Fox doesn't eat burnt bread...although he doesn't like bread in general so for now, he's safe...I think I need to slow down and stop multi-tasking while cooking anything that involves the toaster oven and I should be good. Although, what's my excuse for bacon? Darn.