I wander off and do a couple other things, and in my mind I guess I thought I already turned it off - it needs to sit for a few minutes after it boils before it's ready to eat. So I phoned my Aunt to talk about her plans, because she's flying in tomorrow. And she's never brief... kinda like me. I start smelling coffee... or something... someone's burning their coffee? Wow, that burning smell is getting really strong... OH SHIT.
So... I've used a butterknife, a metal scrub brush, a fine abrasive, and I'm going to let the last few spots sit for a while with soap and hot water. Sheesh. Now both my little pots have curved bottoms - I burned the other one badly years ago, making boiled eggs. Yes, boiled eggs.
I tell you about these things so maybe you can avoid the same mistakes. ;)
(While I was scrubbing I fired up the other bent pot and got more oatmeal underway, so Hawk and I still got our breakfast and got to sit around talking craic for a while before he left for school. :))
So... I've used a butterknife, a metal scrub brush, a fine abrasive, and I'm going to let the last few spots sit for a while with soap and hot water. Sheesh. Now both my little pots have curved bottoms - I burned the other one badly years ago, making boiled eggs. Yes, boiled eggs.
I tell you about these things so maybe you can avoid the same mistakes. ;)
(While I was scrubbing I fired up the other bent pot and got more oatmeal underway, so Hawk and I still got our breakfast and got to sit around talking craic for a while before he left for school. :))