One of those days 42



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I should have known the vibes were wrong. It was Sunday; should have been nice and relaxed, had planned to make a bolognese sauce and freeze some, and a cake from all the odds and ends in the larder. Nice quiet day, no visitors, no plans. I thought I would do a bit on an abstract painting I had an idea for. The paint went on OK, but when I stood back nothing about it was right. So I painted over the scene and as this is the second time, the surface is a bit bumpy. So I left the board to dry and headed to the kitchen. Yet all the signs had told me there was an evil spirit in the house that day.

The cat threw up a fur ball in the middle of the lounge. Okay, I can deal with that. I scrubbed and cleaned and told the cat outdoors might be a good idea. Gathering the clothes and bedding from the machine, I started to hang it out as a gale sprung up; the washing nearly got blown to Tasmania. I came in looking like the mad witch from the west.

I had some mince beef to use, a large quantity that I decided would be bolognese then I could freeze it to make several meals. Garlic seemed to have gone walkabout, and then the box of beautiful herbs I use was also empty, so undaunted I searched and found more substitutes – a tin of tomatoes, couple of onions, and a rather bland sauce in a bottle. I added other bits and pieces and it seemed to be going well.

The larder had several bits in boxes and my inspired thought was I would use them all up in one of my ‘magic’ cakes. I make cakes by intuition, not using a recipe, so usually they come out dreamy and rise perfectly, with a seal of approval from the husband and friends when they taste it. So I put it in the oven, timed to cook for about 45 minutes. It contained the heady mix of coconut, dates and walnuts, brown sugar and treacle, eggs and flour. With confidence I waited and took it out. As I put it on the rack to cool I sensed all was not well, as the cake broke into four pieces. This was not normal. I tasted the soggy concoction, it was disgusting bland and not sweet in spite of the syrup. So I gathered the mess up and pressed it into a flan dish, added sugar and some cinnamon to the top and re cooked for a while. Twenty minutes later the crows and magpies enjoyed it. It was abandoned. A cake with no soul, no taste, and a leaving a black mark on my culinary career.

I just saved the bolognese sauce from flooding the cooker top. We ate some of it with small potatoes instead of spaghetti…because I felt like doing them, and some broad beans. Not the most inspiring meal we had eaten that week. Mostly I love cooking and enjoy eating, but this day was the exception. Of course none of these things were real disasters, real disasters are illness and accidents, plenty I could be grateful for in my life, and I am truly happy about my lot. I just need to know when not to cook, when I feel those vibes again I shall scrape up the dollars and we will go out for fish and chips!


Do you have days like Jacqui’s? Have you had one recently where all you could do was laugh at the misfortunes? Share your stories in the comments.

Jacqui Lee

Jacqui Lee is 75 and now retired but the last ten years or so have been some of her busiest. She worked at a hospital, where she took several Certificated courses, she cleaned a school, helped to run two conventions, wrote short stories, started painting, and in fact is never bored even now, "I honestly feel we are lucky to still be upright and breathing, and my motto is, Remember yesterday, dream of tomorrow, but live today. I love fun, clothes, food and friends."

  1. We all have those days when the stars do not align for the everyday events. Cooking often seems to be involved.

  2. I have accident days where I trip over my own feet and am better off remaining in the one spot 🙂

  3. don’t we all??! My most recent involved the oven fan making a frightful noise then the oven failing completely, mid quiche.

  4. Oh yes..unfortunately “one of those days ” turned into “one of those years” in 2014….but I’m still breathing and looking forward to a better year in 2015.Take a deep breath, and tell yourself “tomorrow will be better ” …or “next year will be better “!!!

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  5. Yes, there are days…and then there are days!! We all have them…I call them “the mean ones” they pop up from time to time….going out is always good!

  6. These days pop up just every now and again! Soooooooo good when the day is over!!!! Then it’s looking forward to a better day to follow.

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