This has little to do with food or my elimination diet, but it's so funny I had to tell you. Yesterday, as I was writing up my update on the elimination diet, I also started to simmer some veggie stock. I put the lid on, set the timer, and sat on my couch to write. Not too much later, I started smelling something burning. Thinking it was coming from the open window, I ignored it. The smell got stronger though, and I started thinking it was one of my neighbors burning something. I began to get annoyed at whoever was causing the horrible smell.
Then I remembered my stock.
I jumped up and bolted for the stove, and lo and behold, there was my pot, water boiled down, top stuck to the pot. I turned the stove off and took the pot away from the heat. Feeling silly, and thinking there was something wrong with the fact that my smoke alarm never went off, I sat back down to keep writing.
Five minutes later, I heard the sirens. Eyes wide, I looked outside, and sure enough...there were three fire trucks pulling to a halt outside my door. I opened my apartment door just in time to see a firefighter run up the stairs past my door. "Wait," I called. "I think you're here for me! I just burned some food on the stove."
Red in the face, I told the five strapping firemen that everything was fine, and a neighbor must have called when she smelled the smoke. Apparently, my neighbor is more proactive than I am, as I just sat there and did nothing when I thought the smell was coming from elsewhere. Luckily, they didn't seem upset, and just told me to be careful. Lesson learned, I thought.
Next time I smell smoke, I'll check my own stove before assuming the smell is from someone else.