I will NOT leave the kitchen when something is on the stove. I will NOT leave the kitchen when something is on the stove. I will NOT leave the kitchen when something is on the stove. You get the general idea. I made two different kinds of cranberry sauces over the Thanksgiving holiday. One was so yummy that I decided to make a second batch. As it was cooking away I was lured into the office by my computer, and what can I say?...time simply slipped away. Until...you got it...the smell of something burning assailed my nostrils. Running into the kitchen I managed to whip the pot off the stove and ran out the front door. Lucky for me I live in the country. Trying to cool the pot down I rubbed it on the grass. Did you know that a hot, hot, hot copper-bottomed pot cleans effortlessly when rubbed on a lawn? Of course, we won't say what it does to the lawn, but heh, that's what a gardener is for! Needless to say the pot was shot, the cranberry sauce was shot, and I left the pot on the lawn for a week, too embarassed to put it in the trash.