The Dances

You know how bad things always happen when you’re cooking something with tomatoes and you aren’t wearing an apron. Well, I made the mother of all messes when I was warming up our frozen chili last night. I was breaking up some of the bigger frozen chili chunks in a sauce pan with a wooden spoon. The spoon slipped and hit the pan just right because the next thing I knew chili was EVERYWHERE. Yes, everywhere. It was all up the front of my cream colored shirt, up my face, in my hair, and in a big streak that ran from the microwave all the way up to the ceiling. Impressive. I have never before made a mess that included the ceiling!