Sometimes, in my ditzier moments I joke about being both blonde and Polish. I should make one of those jokes now because while I was chatting with my friend Angie, I realized why it was taking forever for my sauce to come to a simmer (we’re talking well over an hour here, folks): the burner behind it was on. Even better, an empty pan was on that burner! Good God, I can’t believe a grease fire didn’t erupt (I’d browned the sausage in that pan earlier). It’s been that kind of day.