There's a reason they call it a mess
May. 20th, 2009 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceCiabatta dough is in the oven, looking good; carrot-and-coriander-but-mostly-coriander soup is on the stove and tasting yummy.
Ciabatta dough is also on my shirt, on my skin, on my trousers. Soup is also on the kitchen counter, on the kettle, on the coffee-grinder, on the floor...
I am a mucky cook; I spill things as I work. Also, I do not learn even from anticipated errors. As I ladled soup-in-the-rough into the blender for the first batch, I was wondering whether I had put in too much and it would all spurt boilingly out of the top.
Yup.
So I cleaned the kettle, the coffee-grinder, the counter; and filled the blender for a second batch, thinking "Don't do that again."
And, yup. Did it again.
*goes to clean stuff before lunch*
Ciabatta dough is also on my shirt, on my skin, on my trousers. Soup is also on the kitchen counter, on the kettle, on the coffee-grinder, on the floor...
I am a mucky cook; I spill things as I work. Also, I do not learn even from anticipated errors. As I ladled soup-in-the-rough into the blender for the first batch, I was wondering whether I had put in too much and it would all spurt boilingly out of the top.
Yup.
So I cleaned the kettle, the coffee-grinder, the counter; and filled the blender for a second batch, thinking "Don't do that again."
And, yup. Did it again.
*goes to clean stuff before lunch*