I do tend to burn things.
“I want you to stop ruining my nice pans.”
A reasonable request.
“You’ve lived here for three months, you know this is not an electric burner. You had the heat all the way up to high, and you weren’t paying attention. I want you to pay attention. I hate that this happened.” (cries.) “I’m sorry.” (Leaves the room.)
“Don’t be, it sucks that I wrecked this. You should let me know when I do something that upsets you.” (to noone)
I continue, albeit at a slower pace, on the dishes. When I finish everything else, I start in on the char at the bottom of the pan. It comes off when I press very hard. The wooden handle is black where the flames were allowed to linger. It was a beautiful little thing, just the right size, a funny spout at one end. We use it everyday. Used it. The blackened applesauce stops it's retreat. I put the pan to soak.