Jun 16, 2024
A couple weeks ago, my partner decided that she wanted to make a frittata at some point. Yesterday, I went out and bought all the ingredients she needed, and today, while I was mowing the lawn, she started working on it. However, tragedy struck: She didn't understand the anatomy of our blender. So, instead of unlatching the pitcher from the base of the machine, she unscrewed the bottom of the pitcher, unleashing a mess of raw egg and other ingredients all over herself, the counter, and the floor.
What's the upshot here? I'll be breaking her balls over this for years to come. (Don't worry -- there's plenty that she breaks my balls over.) Also, we're going to the Paris Baguette that recently opened nearby.