Last night, I burned some rice. Usually I only do things halfway and in a shoddy fashion, but not this time. I really burned it. Two inches thick.

What can I say? I was distracted. (Curse you, Between Naps on the Porch, and your Metamorphosis Monday, too!)

However, since I’ve never screwed anything up so bad I can’t blog about it, I decided to make my Works for Me Wednesday post a nice little homemaking tutorial about how to get scorched food off of stainless steel pots.

Yeah, I know. Me giving out homemaking advice is a lot like Elizabeth Taylor giving out marital advice. Entertaining, but not real useful.

Anyway, every good homemaking tutorial needs pictures. And my camera batteries were low. Boo! But they’re rechargeable. Yay!

Why were my batteries low? My camera contained 187 pictures that were a variation on this:

My children are ::cough cough:: exploring stop motion animation because they want to make a Bionicle video for YouTube. Kids these days. Always trying to find fame and fortune on the Internet. It’s a good thing they don’t know how to wire money to Nigeria.

So, in the interest of helping you, dear reader, clean your pots, I left that rice pot sitting on my stove all day long. When it comes to neglecting dishes, any excuse will do.

In my defense, I did wash dishes all day. Teensy round dishes, the sort that come with a brand new birthday gifted Easy Bake Oven. Because of course every single child had to have a turn making cakes. And I found out an even better Works for Me Wednesday tip – better because it involves chocolate.

Remember my glorious recipe for making your own Betty Crocker Warm Delights at home on the cheap? Totally works for cooking with a light bulb too. Just cut the recipe in half – two tablespoons of cake mix plus one tablespoon of water.

Yeah, it has some GMO ingredients in it, and perhaps some day I’ll tweak a just-add-water recipe using real food ingredients. But, as occasional treats go, this was a winner.

And that rice pot? You’ll never see it. Husband dear came home from work, and since it was my writing group night, he took a copper pad to it and shined it up just like new. Then he burned the rice for dinner, too. So, having a husband who pitches in because we are all on the same team, and uses his manly muscles for good, also works for me.