The Bloody Doors Off

I made spaghetti with meatballs. Meatballs I got at the St. Lawrence Market.

It came with a lot of sauce.

I got the bright idea to heat it up

Both are on the stove top.

A few minutes go by. The taller pot is close to a boil.

The meatballs and sauce are just sitting there.

I reach for a wooden spoon on the stove to stir. I burn my left middle finger. There is a muffled word or two.

Minutes later, I reach for the, you know, the piece of plastic you rest your wooden spoons on when not in use.

I burned my right middle finger.

Spaghetti comes out perfect.

The sauce is room temperature because it’s only then I realize I had turned on the back burner.

This too?

ps

I figured it out. Howard’s come from away.

And he drove up in a U-Haul truck.