This morning while listening to Henry Mancini and up to my unders in sewing, I decided to make a snack. Yes, Audrey, I decided to make flan because flan can be a snack if you are me, Heidi Lee Messer, who eats flan for a snack.
But short attention span Heidi just can’t do only one thing at a time. Dishes? Sure. Coffee? Absolutely. Oops, after waiting forever for the flan to boil, it boiled. Over. While I wasn’t watching. Cut to, “What’s that delicious smell? Oh, it’s flan burning all over the top of my stove. Damn.”
Good thing there are kitties who will help you clean up a flantastrophy.