It was tragic. In fact, I don't think I've had such strong feelings about a planty mishap since the alpine strawberry harvest of 2014.
May your holiday celebrations be like fermenting cabbage and decaying fruit peels (but in a good way).
On love and memory, and bugs.
In half-hearted nod to self-improvement, I started growing salt crystals in an attempt to improve my patience. It was not a pleasant experience.
Simultaneously tempted into cereal-making but disheartened by the discovery we had since run out of corn flakes, I once again dropped the silver monster on the burner; this time to surprising effect.