The Smell of Defeat...

Just when I'm feeling sort of proud of myself in the kitchen, I go and
blow something so badly that I'm sure the neighbors are wondering what
the hell happened. Tonight I burned black eyed peas. I bet a dead
horse would smell better than my kitchen right now. Julia Childs says
don't apologize, but I wouldn't be surprsed if someone from the city
showed up on a hazmat suit. It stinks.

Wonder what I can make tomorrow that will restore my confidence and
mask the stench?

Sent from the moon