…that I burned three ears of corn.
No, my kitchen timer — a little red owl — failed to ring and warn me. I do admit to paying no attention whatsoever, not even when I smelled the pleasant odor of toast. Which I figured was coming out of somebody else’s window.
The ears were in my steamer and there was plenty of water — although “plenty” probably doesn’t mean, you know, thirty minutes of cooking.
However, although parts of the ears were burnt black, I decided to eat them anyway. They were very tasty.
So, burnt corn.
And brand new timer.