Uh oh! Look What I Did!

My dear, sweet mama never was much into cooking. Poor thing survived years of teasing from her (unfortunately) ungrateful "little birds" about her burnt cookies, scorched okra, ruined pots and pans, and frequent triggers of the smoke alarms.

Seeing the torment my mom went through, I was determined to buck the trend. When Charlie and I received a super nice 13-piece Calphalon Tri Ply Stainless Steel set (a very generous wedding gift), we were ecstatic (okay, maybe that adjective is a bit of an exaggeration from Charlie's point of view). Anyway, I vowed that I would cherish them, wash them with with care, stow them properly, and cook only beautiful, tasty, non-burnt things with them.

I made good of my vow of pot and pan care until this past Friday.

While boiling water to make rice to ease the upset tummy of THIS...

I managed to do THIS...

  

Oh the horror! I had been tending to my porch plants while waiting for the water to boil, when my neighbor sparked up a conversation (I always knew my chatty-kathy tendencies would get me into trouble). And there you have it.

Fifteen minutes of my little 2.5 quart pot being boiled dry was all it took to bruise my aspiring domestic diva ego. I've been scouring the Web to find some magical solution. I even e-mailed Calphalon to beg for mercy, but it seems I may just have to count my losses. Our 13-piece set is now 12, until someday I find it a worthy expense to buy a pricey open stock replacement.

Tears shed. Another lesson learned. And poor Logan eventually got her rice.