The initial process, chicken looks stellar and edible, things were good.

Here comes the taco mix, prepare for everlasting smells that will send you to God firsthand.

I come back from around the corner.. What’s this? Smoke nearing the fire alarm? It couldn’t be, my girl is a terrific cook!

Wrong! As we (she) hustled the pan over to the sink to cool some of the chicken down, a mixture of steam/smoke begins billowing throughout the kitchen.

After we resourcefully utilized pillows to halt the fire alarm from sounding, we set up our room fan to equalize the overall damage to the toe-curling smell that now lingered in our kitchen.

Moral of the story: Despite someone’s previously proven excellence, there is always room for mistakes.