To You,
Perhaps the worst thing that could happen in anyone's life happened in mine yesterday. I'd made some lovely brownies, plus a nice little cookie-dough icing for them and, as I was taking them out of the oven, something awful happened.
I dropped them.
It was like Willy Wonka's factory had exploded in my kitchen.
But worse.
It was so awful I had to shut the dog in the room-formally-known-as-the-playroom (a Prince-inspired long story), and when I let him out later he had that 'I know what you've done' look on his adorable canine visage.
We (my very helpful pal and I) cleaned up the horrific mess, minus the droplets of par-baked brownie (I think the premature removal is the most painful factor of this calamitous catastrophe) that had found their way into the oven window. INTO. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? We panicked and rolled out the cookie dough icing, feeling as though we needed some form of baked goods to show for our kitchen efforts.
We also threw together some bread. I mean, we put some ingredients in a bowl and mixed them together- we didn't just throw them around expecting perfectly-formed loafs of carbohydrates. We're not idiots (immediately previous events excluded). We then watched Modern Family (incredible) and tried to pretend that nothing had happened that may suggest culinary inadequacy or general idiocy, reassuring ourselves that "even Nigella must've dropped something".
I do hope your life is void of such disappointments,
Yours gastronomically,
M.
P.S. Well done if you got the War of the Worlds reference in the title, unless you got it and didn't start singing. It's just not good enough...
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