This morning, a very young squirrel was walking around the garden, and I tried to shoo her away. She jumps on the fence, scurries over to me until we are eye to eye. She sits up with hands folded. Then I get the head tilt.
I love to experiment with food, I’m not afraid of failure. It’s not life and death (hopefully!). Some of my best recipes came from throwing a bit of this and that into a standard recipe. My Tortilla Soup is one of my favorite concoctions. But at this moment I’m stymied by a failure. I made biscuits, popped them into a pre-heated oven & popped Dean Martin in the CD player. Just finished “Sway” and was happily into “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head” when the oven timer went off. I walked over and opened the door, expecting to find perfect little golden biscuits, but instead I was greeted bye flat, white and hard…rocks.
I was really surprised. Biscuits are a simple, simple recipe. I went back and checked to make sure I’d followed it completely and hadn’t unintentionally left anything out. Nope. Sometimes, even the most foolproof recipes can fail. No harm, no foul. Like I said, it’s not life or death.
One time I had a house full of company, I was making dinner and made one wrong step and turned an almost finished dinner into a scorched, scalded mess. I begged their indulgence and went through the refrigerator and the garden. We ate scrambled eggs with a cornucopia of fresh vegetables mixed in. It wasn’t gourmet, but it tasted just fine.
The moral of the story? Don’t let the fear of failure stop you from letting your inner Julia Child out. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go feed some hardtack to the squirrels.