Have you ever had one of those weeks where things just don’t go your way? Little things, mainly, with maybe one or two more significant disappointments thrown in. But it’s OK: because you make it to Friday, and the week is over, and you are going to relieve some of that pent-up frustration by cooking a really good dinner. So you pick out some dishes you’ve been wanting to try: a Wild-Berry Basil Panna Cotta, for one.
You start with that. And it’s going well, even though the gelatin you bought at the grocery store mysteriously came in hard sheets, not a dry powder. You’re opening a little thing of sour cream when it mysteriously flies out of your hand, leaving a wake of dairy across the kitchen floor and baseboards.
This surprises you, but you figure it’s no big deal. A few quick wipes with a wet paper towel and maybe you can get away without mopping it. Plus, you have a blog, and you can make some kind of witty post out of this. Continue with recipe.
Less than five minutes later the entire bowl slips in your hand and sloshes over the floor, over your front, and over an alarmingly broad area of the kitchen counter.
And you realize, you’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up this ridiculous mess. Because it is just that kind of week.