I had a hankering for a mushroom omelet this morning. Luckily, I had some fresh mushrooms in the house which I was frying up in butter when the roofer rang the doorbell. I kept telling him I had to go turn off the stove and he kept talking anyway. By the time I went back into the kitchen the mushrooms were beyond crispy, so I washed then down the garbage disposal. -Problem is I still wanted a mushroom omelet for breakfast and I'd used up all the mushrooms. Being as how once I get something in mind I can be very persistent, so off to the store I went to get some more mushrooms. Finally, an hour later I sat down to a great 3 egg mushroom omelet, glass of juice, cup of coffee and two slices of brioche toasted and buttered.
Side note: burnt mushrooms smell horrible.