Luckily I caught it while the cornmeal was just smouldering and not yet officially "on fire." Our smoke alarm decided to alert me also, in case I hadn't noticed, so there was fanning and swatting and maybe a few choice words and some window opening.
Okay, crisis averted. So I turn the broiler back on and get out my steak... and immediately discover what that funny smell in the fridge was exactly.
Okay, fine. I'll just eat the leftover mashed potatoes I have stashed from this weekend. And maybe some corn I have leftover in the fridge.
The mashed potatoes were.... tangy. Like strawberry lemonaide is tangy. My good lord, the milk in the potatoes has turned.
So, I ate the damn corn. It's the only thing left. Perhaps later I'll just grab a carton of ice cream and a spoon, assuming of course that the ice cream hasn't melted and all the spoons aren't dirty.