As predicted in my previous entry, last night we were having beans and rice and decided to go with the more traditional "Smokey Cowboy" approach. It's the closest thing we've got to a recipe, but it's very tasty and we invented it, so I forgive us. Anyway, so we made the beans and rice, and ate it while watching bad internet flash animations. Yum.

    When I woke up thismorning, (where by "morning" I mean afternoon), I was hungry and remembered that we had some leftovers in a pot on the stove. I put the pot on warm and returned to my room for a minute. Naturally, one minute turned into five turned into I don't know how many, but I started smelling something. I went to check on the rice, which I figured I had overdone, but at least I had put the stove on warm so not too much harm would be done.

    The whole kitchen smelled like burning*, and smoke was pouring out of the pot at an alarming rate. (Well, it would have been an alarming rate if we had a functional smoke detector in the kitchen). I went to turn off this monstrosity and realized that, oops, I had inadvertently set the stove for "as high as possible" instead of "warm".

    While some of the beans and rice naturally burned itself to the bottom of the pan, much of the rice looked surprisingly uncharred. Sadly, a taste test revealed even these seemingly pure grains of rice to taste more like smoke than anything else.

    Alas, this version of "Really Really Smokey Cowboy Beans and Rice" is also on the lousy recipies list. It's times like these when I'm glad I've been invited to a friend's house for pizza tonight.