Even with our Olympic-like speeds of opening and closing the refrigerator, the food was headed to bad.
So everything that still could be was cooked or baked. Of course, burning guaranteed anything icky would die. It also guaranteed a visit from a worried neighbor that on top of everything else there had been another fire.
Burnt brownies are, in fact, quite tasty.
With bowls and pots and extra bottles of wine, we gathered upstairs before evening fell in the staircase. What seemed like just minutes later the sky was pitch black, our faces were flushed with wine and all the food had been eaten.
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