Got home last night, fed the cats, put a can of soup in a covered pan over low heat -- chicken corn chowder, good stuff -- and sat down with a book. (I'm rereading a William Gibson novel, The Peripheral, first in a trilogy; the second book, Agency, came out earlier this year and I'd skimmed the first one to refresh my memory of the characters, then decided after finishing the second book to add another look at the first one to my to-be-read books.)
Several minutes later, deep in the book, thinking, Oh, that smells good, waitaminnit, that's a covered pan...!
Yes, it had boiled over, filled up the depression around the burner and dripped on through, making a mess to clean up.* At least I'd caught it before it dripped on down into the oven, but it still took awhile. I barely glanced into the pan (full of bubbles) before putting the lid back on and parking it to one side of the stove on a couple of stacked hot pads. Frantic cleaning followed, mopping up the bulk of it before lifting the top of the stove and cleaning underneath. (Which it needed anyway.)
Once the stove was clean, not a fast job, I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and only then checked out the soup. Surprisingly not ruined. Not even burned. It was still hot, so I poured it into a bowl and had it for dinner with my sandwich.
* I have been wanting to replace the stove in here at Roseholme Cottage since I first moved in. I had bought a nice, sealed-top pilotless gas range for my former house and left it when I moved, not wanting to wrestle appliances by myself (got a bit extra from the landlord for it, too). I still miss it, but what with one thing and another, I was only in a position to give serious thought to a new stove just this year -- when the furnace needed to be replaced. So it will have to wait.
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