An annihilated egg

The rolling stench of burnt cooking waves around in a house. Your eyes feel fire in them. Your nose is choking. Inhaling is no joke but to discover what is good and bad a hard trial.

How do you burn an egg?

Seated in a chair in another room. Clearly have forgotten that an egg on the stove is much different than rice in a cooker.

Oh how does a baker manage to lose the ideas of food on the stove or in the oven? Indeed the thoughts of friends, of family  and of situations that cause the mind to wander.

Sincerely tripping my mind over the fact I burnt my lunch. Funny. Please laugh with me. This poor egg was blackened in every part but the yolk. That area was bright yellowish orange. Truly a stark contrast to the rest.

Indeed I still am inhaling my loss. Snickering that I let my mind wonder over things I left with Jehovah. Forgetting to just let them stay there.

Well needless to say I am "airing" out the kitchen and eating just my basmati rice. Truly the meal of winners.

Come laugh with me as I soak in the embarrassing moments of a burnt egg.