Today I did something I have never done before. I made a lemon-meringue pie. It’s not a very common thing to find here in Finland. In fact, I’ve never seen one in person. But I like lemon, I like meringue, and I like pie.
What could possibly go wrong?
Well, let me tell you what could possibly go wrong. Burnt crust all sunken in on itself, yolks in the whites, sugar all over the floor, runny filling, stiff meringue, matrimonial problems due to shouted accusations (he really did cause me to forget to pick the crust), scared cats, sour looks, tiny spoons dropped into the fluffy white never to be seen again.
And that was just the first ten minutes.
After hours of blood, sweat and tears, I finally pulled the finished creation out of the oven, thanking my lucky stars that you couldn’t see the horrible train wreck for a crust just by looking at it. Then I snapped this photo of it with my phone and posted it to Facebook with a message: “I have homemade lemon-meringue pie, I have coffee, and I am bored. Does anyone want to come over?”
I leaned back and felt good about myself.
After hours of staring at the screen, waiting for someone – anyone! – to reply to my message and say that they would love to come over, I finally gave up and ate the entire thing myself. It tasted like failure.
It's like Confucius say, “Shit happens.”
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Confucius. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *