This Tuesday was EPIC. I had a hankering for tomato soup. I dropped a pan of roasted tomatoes all over the kitchen floor. I dropped a hot roasted tomato between my apron and shirt. I dropped a potholder into the soup. I cleaned up the kitchen floor, counter and cabinets. Amazing how far a couple of tomatoes will fly.
THEN, I dropped a bowl of red lentil soup on my newly cleaned floor. My kitchen floor got cleaned twice today. YaY!
I get it. The cooking gods don’t want me in the kitchen today. Message received. I’m one load of laundry away from erasing the whole incident.
EDITED TO ADD: Just took off my shirt and had tomato in my bra. YEESH. I'm so done.