As the Mhinisteir came out of the shower, he asked if I had cooked some bacon. I had not. I was lying in bed waiting for the porridge to cook and for the kettle to boil. I was in bed because I haven’t been feeling terribly well since the start of the weekend. Just then the kettle started whistling and so I went down to the kitchen only to be engulfed in smoke! I had burnt my porridge!!!! Unlike Goldilocks’s perfect porridge, mine looked all black! The smell of burnt porridge was terrible; this was what the Mhinisteir had been smelling!
I always cook my porridge in my Le Creuset pan and needless to say the bottom was now charcoal black. I spent the rest of the day trying to get rid of the burnt smell and to scrub the burnt bits from my cast iron pan; something which I have only been half successful so far!
Secret Diary Of A Church of England Vicar's Wife 