So I go back to the living room, intending to reply to a message on MSN and then getting the noodles from the pantry. But of course I get distracted, and completely forget about being hungry and having the stove on. I only remember when Mom gets out of bed and goes, "Hey, what's that smell? Are you cooking something?" You know that moment where you can just feel the "oh shit" expression forming on your face, right before you drop everything and run? I do.
So I drop everything and run to the kitchen, and find that our new stove is apparently much hotter than our old stove. The water has completely boiled away, the bottom of the pot is glowing orange, and when I pick it up to move it off the hot burner only half of the bottom of the pot came with it. There's pools of molten metallic liquid on the burner, and the pot's got these silver stalactites hanging of the bottom.
Luckily, my parents are awesome. Once I was at a friend's house and she accidentally let a pot boil dry. The pot wasn't really damaged, but her mom still freaked out about it and they got into a screaming match over it. Compare my parents, they see that I've completely ruined one of the best pots in the house and they immediately start laughing about it. As long as nothing's on fire, they're happy. And at least this time I didn't scorch a hole in the floor! I should tell that story someday, it's a pretty good one.
Long story short, Mom shrugged it off and went back to bed and Dad told me to get my camera because this was kind of totally awesome. Now I have a spiky-bottomed death-pot and an old Wowbutter jar with the giant lumps of metal we picked off of the burner that Mom told me to keep as a souvenir. And also pictures to prove it happened. I'd say this was probably my best cooking-fail yet.