Thinking of Nina, this morning, when I burnt the first batch of bacon. Not all of it, fortunately -- just a few charred bits around the edges, most of it was salvageable.
But, like Nina, I burnt the bacon because I was distracted by company and other tasks: Mom is here now, and I was doing 3 things at once, getting breakfast.
Lest anyone think I'm making some kind of tacky ethnic joke, I'm nearly one-half Polish descent, on my mom's side -- she has a little French or some other Euro-type blood, but both her parents emigrated to the US from Poland in the early 1900's. My grandmother's name is engraved somewhere at Ellis Island. I hope to visit and see it someday.