A minute later, I said, "is it supposed to crackle like that?"
We chalked it up to water on the bottom of the pot.
And then was a... a scent. Because she was out of cooking at the cottage practice, mom had turned on the wrong burner. Resulting in:
Yup, a branded watermelon
I mentioned that we were all horribly ill with a stomach bug. The malaise gave some of us "cottage fever" resulting in: