My perfect life. Splat. Yep. Splat!
The day started out alright. Plenty to do, but enough time to do it in. But the plumber decided today was the day to call to replace the water filter, and it was the day boxes had to be taken to the library for children to stick their poems in for the poetry competition I am helping organise, and ‘would you mind if we take a photo while you are here’. I had just got in my car after the library visit when the plumber phoned to say he was at my house. No time to get extra tortillas then. Straight home.
He’s so nice, my plumber. I was meant to learn how to change the filter myself, but I was in a flap with a long list of things to do, and up against the clock with fading light the shortest day having just passed) and he was halfway through before I remembered. Oh well, next time. He grabbed the top cloth on the stack of cloths under the sink to soak up the water. Mmmm. He doesn’t know I have a cloth hierarchy. Yes, best ones to the top, pre-loved ones at the bottom. Never mind. Then he was gone, and I had luscious tank water gushing out of my tap.
On to making mini stuffed peppers and tortillas. The peppers are so cute. See them here Mini Peppers Stuffed with Goat’s Cheese I had plenty of light to shoot them in, but it was getting darker by the minute. I sped up. I burnt the tortillas. Don’t ask me how. I tried to disguise them in the photograph, but who was I kidding? They looked drab. And burnt. I had one hour of natural light left. Run with what I’ve photographed or nip to the shops for more tortillas? Of course I chose the shops. Raining cats and dogs, wet again, I nearly stomp on the cat getting out the door as he tries to get in.
Tortillas purchased, home, the sky a grey blanket atop my house … but it looked like a break was coming, a peep of light. I worked frantically. Then the proverbial hit the fan.
In separate incidences, I knocked the knife out of the squished beans and it splattered up the white chair leg. I dropped a small spoon in the sauce of chilli salsa and had to stick my fingers in the jar to fish it out. I decided to purée the avocado and pipe it on to make it go further. Cupboards were turned inside out looking for the right size nozzle, which was found after 5 frantic minutes, on the benchtop where I first put it. I piped some avo onto a tortilla and it looked good and I grabbed the camera but behind me I heard SPLAT. Yep, the piping bag with the avocado purée had fallen on the floor and shot the purée the length of the kitchen floor and underneath the oven. I didn’t care which cloth I grabbed to clean that up.
I thought I better get the photos taken. The light was flat and grey but at least the tortilla looked better. Unburnt. The result was okay, not as good as I would have liked, but useable. You’ll see it here. Tortilla The sky was getting darker, so much for the promise of a break in the clouds, so I ate the tortilla, I mean, I was frazzled and grumpy and the day was done. Then I ate the rolled up one. The kitchen was a nightmare, so I started to clean up. But you know how things go … within 7 minutes the rain had stopped, the sky had cleared and was mostly blue and the light was amazing, sparkling and crystal clear. I thought I’d grab another shot. But I’d eaten the tortillas. And the peppers. It was 4.45pm.
