I made the most atrocious mess of some food that was supposed to stretch and last us, in various forms, the rest of this week.
My Muse had flown, obviously on an extended vacation, somewhere far from here. It left me with a pot of stew meat in which I would usually a spark of imagination enough to work some kitchen alchemy and end up with something edible, several different meal incarnations, perhaps even good.
I won't belabor the point, but I didn't just ruin the flavor, I wasted some key ingredients that I DO NEED and are the little goodies that make bulk-purchased staples into something more specialized and finessed.
Well, Not This Time.
And I scorched the whole thing to boot. And wasted a LOT of "secondary ingredients," not to mention the PRIMARY ones.
All just in time to not have anything ready for my husband's dinner or overnight shift. Gah! So he stopped and got fast food. Double Gah!!
And that, my friends, is the reality that I will not, EVER, fully have my act together. And I'm staring at the pantry wondering if the Muse is back in town yet. Otherwise we'll be eating pimiento cheese or PBJ sandwiches till shopping day.