Slices of Life...A watched pot
At our house, my husband browns the hamburger. I don’t have the patience for it. I go in with the best of intentions. I place the ground beef in the pan, turn on the heat and grab my spatula. Then I get sidetracked. With the potatoes or maybe the corn. Sorting through the mail. Answering the phone. Twiddling my thumbs. Googling the area code for Paris.
I like to consider myself the ultimate multi-tasker. Unfortunately that’s bad news for the hamburger.