toasted evidence

So early one morning I was in the kitchen, getting ready to fry some bacon, when I was greeted by this:

Really, the photo, in all its police-esque evidence, speaks for itself. I assure you, the undeniable outline of a slice of bread—now very well done toast by this point—is on there permanently. Centuries from now, when the frying pan is unearthed by researchers, they’ll know exactly what my roommate was eating. Or, at least, attempting to eat before neglecting her grilled cheese sandwich to the fate of a hot oven burner.

-d

I warned my roommate in advance that I’d be posting this. She didn’t believe me until I was taking the pictures. Which is pretty amusing all in itself. Not sure how, as a reader of my blog for a couple of months now, she expected not to be mentioned at some point.

Also, I still fried bacon with it. Several times. Mmm bacon. Who’s hungry? I am.