Yesterday, when I wrote this twitter, everyone thought I was joking.
In our family, there is an inside joke about the smoke alarm. When one would go off in our house, we would say "Supper's ready!"
And it usually was.
You see, I come by my cooking disasters naturally. And I have a lot of them. There are even stories I haven't told you. My mother wasn't a bad cook, but it was not uncommon for things to get a little "crispy" from time to time.
I'm not sure if the smoke alarm was just in the perfect place to allow for the most accidental set off's, or if there were a lot of burned suppers in my childhood, but more than once that alarm was going off just in time to hear Mom yell that supper was ready.
For me, I tend to put supper on to cook and then get distracted by something shiny. I wander around in my own world and then am brought back into reality by a panic that supper is likely burned. So far, it hasn't been the case too often but that may be because the smoke alarm is on the other side of the house.