It was quite literally burnt buns in the snow. The other night I had made hamburgers. Dear hubby likes said buns to be 'toasted' under the broiler. Well, like the good wife I am I got distracted and when husband bounded out of his chair I then noticed the smoke billowing from the oven. Needless to say, this is where he put the charred little buggers--not even the birds will touch 'em.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Burnt Buns in the Snow
No, I did not run into some renegade beach bum with speedos on with blistered 'cheeks'. No, instead as I was doing laundry this morning I looked out at the beautiful snow scene and the blanket of white covering our back deck--again. What caught my eye was neither human, nor consumable...
It was quite literally burnt buns in the snow. The other night I had made hamburgers. Dear hubby likes said buns to be 'toasted' under the broiler. Well, like the good wife I am I got distracted and when husband bounded out of his chair I then noticed the smoke billowing from the oven. Needless to say, this is where he put the charred little buggers--not even the birds will touch 'em.
It was quite literally burnt buns in the snow. The other night I had made hamburgers. Dear hubby likes said buns to be 'toasted' under the broiler. Well, like the good wife I am I got distracted and when husband bounded out of his chair I then noticed the smoke billowing from the oven. Needless to say, this is where he put the charred little buggers--not even the birds will touch 'em.
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Yum...those look tasty!! :)
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