ciroccoj | things that go BOOM in the night

Chris sort of... blew up our kitchen. And I'm inordinately pleased with this. Because from now until forevermore, I have a wealth of comebacks for any of his unasked-for cooking advice. 'Cause hey, no matter how soggy my pasta gets, at least I've never blown up a kitchen.

I'll post pictures as soon as I find our thingy that transfers pix from the camera to the hard drive. It probably won't look that bad, but take it from me: the explosion and crunch of shattered glass were mighty impressive.

Edit: Oh, and, anybody who was thinking of trying out my half-remembered recipe for dulce de leche (it went something like, "I think my mom used to put a can of condensed milk on the stove and boiled the hell out of it for four hours")?

Um, don't.