Mmmm. The sweet smell of burnt plastic still lingers when I walk in the front door, almost twenty-four hours after I first noticed the scent and dismissed it without a second thought. After all, I never really thought that burning plastic would smell so … yummy*. Must be the brand of plastic.

I really must remember to pay more attention to which knobs control which stovetop elements.

*Of course, I also liked the smell of gasoline as a child. And yes, that probably explains a lot 😉