Well, that didn't go as planned...

Yesterday, I planned to make guacamole. 

Scratch that. 

Yesterday, I made guacamole. 

See?  I even have a picture of my ingredients to prove it. 

And that's ALL I have to prove it.

Yup, that's right.  The lighting was right, the bowl was beautiful (a bowl from Mexico was going to make its official debut!), and the guac tasted good.  Not my best, but whatever -- you can't tell that from pictures, right?  And then we ate it. 

Without taking pictures.

Which might not be a tragedy if this wasn't a food blog I was keeping.  But this is a food blog I am keeping.  And I had a bought these beautiful avocados for a reason.  Sigh.

Oh well, at least we enjoyed some not-great-but-good guacamole.  On crackers.  Because I didn't have chips.  So really, even if I had taken pictures, that would have been a major fail, even though taste-wise it is what we prefer.

Whatever.

But really, this was all OK, because today I had a plan.  A super salad plan.  We are on a beans-and-rice-with-a-different-salad-every-night-for-dinner diet for the week (not because we think we are fat, but because we want to just kind of "freshen up" for a few days...).  So I had this plan.  I was going to come home right after work, make a beautiful salad, take some beautiful pictures, and then eat my beautiful food.

Except that's not how it worked.  I worked late and had to run to the grocery store to get rice.  By the time I got home the sun was setting, the light was ugly, and I realized I did not have some of the key ingredients.  Missing ingredients two days in a row?  What is going on with me???  Oh, that's right, I went shopping without a list.  For the first time in months.  See why I need my list?!  This is the best picture I got, poor lighting and missing ingredients not included:

I can't show you more of the salad because it is ugly. 

Very, very ugly.

This is the point where I did what any grown woman would do: I started to pout.  And whine.  And drop my feet heavily every time I stepped.  Just to prove my point. 

To whom?

The world.

Sometimes that's just what we need to do.

But then I stopped.  I breathed.  And then I realized I needed to let it go.  When I took a moment to look at it from not-smack-dab-in-the-middle, I began to understand how incredibly small and completely idiotic this cause for irritation really was.  So I relaxed my grip and let.it.go.

As annoying as it is to hear, Annie sang it best years ago. "The sun will come out tomorrow."  That's really the great thing.  For most things in life you always get tomorrow; this case is no different.  So, yes, the sun will come out tomorrow, and you better believe when it does I will be ready -- camera and the correct ingredients in hand.


(A special shout-out goes to my husband.  Thank you for letting me vent and laughing at me when I was about to fall apart in a way that encouraged me to laugh along with you.)