Lesson from today: Never cook dinner during American Idol.
I was trying to finish making the quesadillas for dinner, but I had to keep running in the other room to see what was going on. You can't just listen to results night from the other room--you hafta see the faces. Well, I got a little sidetracked and stayed in there too long...here's what happened to the quesadilla. Who do you suppose is going to want this?
You know what? I just peeled that puppy off, slapped a fresh tortilla on there, and flipped it over to cook it...just like new again! It's an occupational hazard of my easily-distracted brilliant mind. I'm becoming an expert at saving burnt food.