This was an evening where nothing I tried to do culinary-wise went right at all. I was out of ingredients, milk was spoiled, bread seemed to maddeningly not cool all the way through, even at 20 minutes when it’s only supposed to take 4, and I dropped the last scoop of ice cream on the floor. So instead it was a dinner of fish patties, crackers and merlot bellavitano cheese, and Corona. I’m not mad, just annoyed.
One day I will conquer the kitchen. But not today.