15 September 2006

Burns

Burns in our house are treats, not tragedies. Burns, as applied here, mean food that's been cooked just a little too long. Carmelized bits of lemony garlic from the bottom of a roasting pan, crisped edges of cookies, golden cheese on oven toast. Burns are sought after and relished most by Lars, who will offer up great behavior on the hope of an overdone cookie. Clearly, he is related to my mother who taught me to automatically add ten minutes to cookie baking times and who owns a toaster oven just so she can finish off brownies right before eating them.

2 comments:

Colleen said...

Your mother sounds like a very wise woman!

Grandmoo said...

Thrilled to see Lars inherited the best genes. Wait until we get you some nice crispy bacon on the turkey at Thanksgiving, Lars!

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