Burnt beans in a pressure cooker
filling my kitchen with smoke
thin smoke that smells
like cannons loaded with haggis.
The heat was on
and there was not enough water.
Now its time to scrub.
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2 comments:
I can smell them down here in Oregon! So descriptive! (the photo helps, but the haggis really makes the olfactory senses come alive!)
I can relate - that happens a lot in my kitchen! We call them cooking disasters!
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