before and after

Gee, I really wish I had the photos. But I was stupid enough not to take them. Just like I'm stupid enough to miss the exit I need for the airport three (count them, THREE) times. I'll never forget that I-80 is the freeway to be gotten on. You wouldn't think driving to the airport would be that hard. But apparently it is. Or it was for me this morning. (Sorry Lindsey! Let's laugh in twenty years. Right now, I'm still in pain over it.)

But let me paint a picture with words:

Imagine a crockpot. I put in some curry stuff (very descriptive, I know) to cook in said crockpot. Later on, I came home, excited to cook the rice to go with it and EAT (which I love doing, can I just say that?), and saw not what I put in the crockpot, but rather, its charred remains. A solid mass of black, burned to the edges of the crockpot, burned to itself. Sending up killer odors instead of the delightful (although strong) scent of curry.

This was a week ago. After alternately soaking, washing, scraping, Bar Keeper's Friend (thank you, Sarah), and oven cleaner (with overnight action), an additional washing (all occurring over the ensuing week period, approximately), I think it might be salvaged.

Glory be.

I didn't think it was possible, but apparently, miracles do happen.

P.S. Do you ever do really stupid things? But then it ends up being ok?