Water bubbled vivaciously in the silver pot on the stove. I gently placed a handful of spaghetti into the boiling water. The noodles melted into the pot and then there was smoke. Smoke? I thought the same thing. Where was this smoke coming from? Not from the oven. Not from crumbs on the stove, either. No, it was the pasta. The pasta caught on fire. How do you burn pasta? Good question. I left the spaghetti resting on the edge of the hot pot, and the next thing I knew my pasta was up in flames. It was in that moment I knew that cooking could be crossed off my list of talents. Cooking, unless I'm cooking something frozen.