The Arbolog |

I was making my dinner today to take with me to work. I grabbed a box of cous cous from the shelf, intending to make a quick cous cous salad. Grabbed from the fridge:  onion, parsley, tomatoes, and cucumbers and set them aside. I dumped the cous cous into the pot. I stopped to read the directions and it said to add hot water to the cous cous in the pot, so I put the kettle on to boil.

Only I didn’t put the kettle on to boil – I turned on the element under the pot full of dry cous cous. A few minutes later, I smelled the smell of Dinner Fail, but in my mind, busy chopping up parsley and tomatoes, I assumed it was a spilled something or other on the element under the kettle and continued with what I was doing. The smell got worse, and I looked over and spied my pot full of dried cous cous smoking and it all clicked together and OH CRAP.

While it hadn’t caught on fire, there was a 1 cm layer on the bottom that was decidedly burned to a crisp, and the rest of the cous cous was, well, garbage.

So now, with a bowl of chopped up ingredients and no more cous cous, I stumbled around the kitchen trying to come up with a use for my chopped up bits and pieces. Lo and behold, a giant box of macaroni.

So. Pasta Salad for dinner. Not really the best thing I’ve eaten lately. But decidely better than Burnt Cous Cous Salad.