You burnt it.
The edges are too dark.
The bottom stuck.
The smell is… honest.
So now what?
You could toss it.
Apologize.
Start over.
Call it ruined.
But here’s the truth:
Burnt isn’t broken.
It’s a reminder that you tried.
That you turned the heat on.
That you showed up and risked getting it wrong.
Burnt means you cared enough to cook.
To touch the flame.
To not just sit there waiting for perfect.
Some of the best meals I’ve ever eaten had a little char.
A little edge.
A story.
We learn from the scorch marks.
We grow by getting too close.
Next time, you’ll adjust.
You’ll taste earlier.
You’ll know.
But don’t throw it away.
Not just yet.
Cut around the edges.
Serve it anyway.
Laugh.
Because burnt is not the end.
It’s just another version of done.