So this evening’s post was going to involve me assembling a lasagne, using that tasty, tasty sauce from yesterday. Unfortunately I seemed to be suffering from a serious case of the Wednesdays.
Yup. Taking the pot out of the fridge I managed to drop the whole sodding thing. What’s missing from this photo is the surprised expression on my face, followed by the horrified realisation that at least half the sauce was dripping down my chest and bare legs (as I’d been rained on and changed into my pajama shorts when I got home ten minutes earlier).
I particularly like the spatter pattern across the kickboard, which extended up the side of the fridge and press.
On the up side, I can heartily recommend ecloths, which made short work of this mess.
Instead of getting annoyed and calling a takeaway place (or, in honesty, eating every biscuit in the house with a giant mug of tea) I fried some garlic in a little olive oil, chopped up three portabello mushrooms that were lingering in the fridge, along with a small chunk of broccolli and a couple of sundried tomatoes. Sauteed for a few minutes, added a blob of tomato puree from the bottom of a jar, a couple of tablespoons of natural yoghurt, and tah dah! The most makeshift creamy pasta sauce ever.
Not my finest culinary moment, but entirely edible when stirred through some spaghetti and topped with an ungodly amount of nooch. No photo, due to inhaling of said pasta as it was nearly 9pm by the time it was ready.
Anyone else had any kitchen disasters lately?