EPTBackstory: I'm a big fan on Wahoo's Fish Taco's black beans. They're simply fantastic; delicious, nutritious, etc. So I set out to make some of my own.
I've had some good attempts so far, but nothing quite that good. So experimentation and searching had led me to what promised to be the best recipe I'd ever made.
So I buy all the ingredients; I had even started prepping from the day before (preparing the beans by soaking, sorting, blah blah). To put it in perspective, I had put in a total of 6+ hours on these god damned beans.
Not only did I put in a lot of time, I was making a shit-ton of these beans. Enough to feed myself for at least a week, at least. Lots of beans.
So here I am, cooking up these beans going on 2:00 AM. I have reached the final stage: simmer and reduce. "Well," I think to myself, "perhaps I'll just watch the GSL for a bit."
...
Then the fire alarm goes off. I had spaced out, captivated by the progamers. After fighting off the smoke and shutting the damn alarm off, I find my beans ENTIRELY AND COMPLETELY DESTROYED. Every last goddamn bean has been tainted with the stench and flavor of severe and fiery negligence. Had I not watched the damn GSL, my beans would not just be edible, but crazy delicious.
I am so fucking angry right now, I can't even describe it. I am livid - I feel like I'm going to explode. Because of FUCKING BEANS! What the hell am I supposed to eat all week now? I'm literally crying with frustration.
The god damn GSL burned my god damn Beans.
...And my roommate didn't even wake up through this entire process. At least I know that if there's a fire in the house, I'll save his life. Then he'll owe me FOREVER.
TL;DR - The GSL burned my beans.
