Well, this one simply didn’t turn out is what I’ll say first.
It could have been a number of things: the slapdash sub of frozen berries upon realization that the toddler had eaten the remaining farmer’s market haul for breakfast. Distracted dumping of ingredients, later questioning: Did I mistake baking powder for baking soda? Did I measure the zest? Did I forget the vanilla?
My head was elsewhere, my heart lagging close behind.
You’ve heard, no doubt, countless baking metaphors in your life – the proverbial patience. The importance of precision, perhaps. The surprising beauty of a creative solution rising from mishap.
But today, after a particularly dry clump of failed, flavor-less lemon berry crumble, I can offer only this:
Things sometimes don’t turn out. In crumbles, in lives. A child’s dream, a flopped project, a botched canvas, a broken vow. The kicker, of course, is that even in retrospect, we’re not always privy to the why. Could’ve been the baking soda, but really – who knows?
Tomorrow, we try again.