I tried a new soup recipe tonight that looked and sounded really good. I followed the recipe and tasted it. I added some additional ingredients and tasted it again. I had Toben taste it and added a few more ingredients. We both tasted it once more. And then I poured it down the drain.
Life's just too short.
Luckily, there's a Chipotle almost across the street and Toben will be back any minute with a steak burrito for me and Audrey to split, Emma's steak tacos, and his carnitas bowl. Not to mention chips and guacamole.
We've set the table, lit the candles, and will have a lovely family dinner--despite soup down the drain.
I love that family dinner can be salvaged when things don't turn out right. That family dinner doesn't have to mean a dinner that I've cooked. After all, family dinner is about more than what you eat. Family dinner is about being a family.
I hear the garage door going up...