My Potes are Burning

There are 15 minutes left in the very intense Spain v. Paraguay World Cup match. I am sweating and preoccupied and antsy for Spain to score already.

For a few minutes around the time of the two penalty kicks, I thought, "What is that lovely smell! Which neighbor is cooking something delicious right now? How nice!"

Then after I stopped sweating so desperately, I thought, "Hmm, my neighbor is letting something burn."

"Wow, it's really burning..."

Then it got really potent, and I thought, "Did I not put a pot of pretty little red new potatoes on the stove on extra-high heat to salt-boil about an hour ago?"

What a shame.