I burned another pot today. It seems I have had this dangerous behavior for many years. When I was still at my family's house and in college, I somehow began. We had an all white house. I had started dinner, but had run upstairs to do some homework, then the smoke began. We didn't have a smoke alarm. The smoke began to fill the house. OMG. The whole white house was now sooty.
I realize how dangerous this behavior is. Luckily, I have a smoke alarm now. And it went off when my veggie burger was turning to ash. Once again, I had been busy doing something, this time on my computer.
As a raw foodist, I can nibble on my nuts or fruit while I am at the computer. No cooking. No standing in the kitchen watching over the process. I have to accept that if I am going to turn on the stove, I had better pay attention and be in the kitchen. I don't know. Do I just don't want to be in the kitchen? Is it a deep seated dislike of kitchen work?
Someone once told me to eat to live, not to live to eat. I hope this is the underlying cause of my behavior. I know lots of people who do live to eat, elaborately planning their menus, spending lots of time preparing their dishes, lots of time eating and cleaning up. Love is also attached to this. I can understand that. A traditional wife's role involves the kitchen and food. A mother worked so much on food preparation and the result was tied to her love and showing it to her family. Being a raw foodist, I may be closer to a food gatherer. An intelligent savage!