The Writer's Pen

I was cooking supper the other night. Bruce came into the kitchen and asked, "What's that smell?"

"Oh," I said. "I thought we'd have something different tonight. I call it broiled plastic spatula. A new taste sensation."

I thought that was a good story to post on Facebook. One friend wanted the recipe. I said it was similar to roasted Tupperware. One wanted to know why it was in the oven. Well, you know how it is: Somebody's coming over and the kitchen's a mess, and you quickly hide things in the oven. This time it was the frying pan with the spatula in it.

All my life I have never had enough...