Dinner saves the day
You know how sometimes, you’ve got this idea that the handful of ingredients you’ve got lying around is something you can turn into this idealistic, thrown-together plate of absolute joy? Because you have SKILLS and WINE and RADIOHEAD playing on your stereo and you are going to BEAT your angsty mood by cooking.
And then you get about halfway through the process and you look at what’s in the pan and think, er, dunno, that may not end as well as I’d hoped. But you keep cooking because what else are you gonna do, and you just hope it turns out fairly ok even if it’s not something you’d serve someone else. So you’re now resigned to a meh dinner that would be a disappointment aside from the fact that it’s food and you’re hungry.
And then in the last five seconds, when you add the final ingredient you were sure was going to REALLY ruin it, some crazy kitchen alchemy brings it all together to be way higher than your self-lowered expectations, and you sort of can’t believe it, but you have renewed faith in your SKILLS and you’ve ended up with the thing that is the reason you started cooking in the first place.
Maybe not exactly what you planned but and as-good or better different.
And then because you are and always will be an English-Major jerkface who can’t let a thought pass without overanalysing the crap out of it, you think, there’s probably a life metaphor in that.
And then, surveying your situation, you hope it holds true.
And then you have seconds even though you probably shouldn’t. Because MAN IT REALLY TURNED OUT GOOD.