I Dropped My Roast Dinner | Aysh Banaysh

I Dropped My Roast Dinner

Screwing up your life is kind of like dropping your roast dinner

Once it’s happened there’s no going back, just a choice to make…

Option 1: Salvage What You Can

If you act quickly enough, you can probably salvage the best bits. The may have some added baggage in the form of whatever is on your kitchen floor, but in the end you get most of what you originally had with minimal disruption.

Anything that can’t be salvaged must be sacrificed – this might be carrots, peas or run away stuffing, but occasionally you end up sacrificing meat or potatoes. All sacrifices hurt, but you have to keep it moving.

From here you can still have a decent meal, maybe even an enjoyable one. You may even forget you even dropped it if the company is right.

Option 2: Start Again

Your other option, if you have the resources, is to get a new plate

You may not get that extra crispy potato that you picked out but it’s a lot easier to start afresh than save a disaster.

The new plate of food will never be as good as the old, but it’s the only one you’ve got.

And you still need to clear up the mess of the original meal, but even that can be left until after you’ve enjoyed the replacement if you really wanted.

I Dropped My Roast Dinner | Aysh Banaysh

By now you may have guessed that I dropped my roast dinner.

It’s not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

But it’s different. I didn’t realise. I didn’t react. I just let it fall and crash at my feet.

Even then I didn’t react. It was like I was frozen to the spot by the sound of breaking plates.

Now all I can do now is try not to cry and fix myself a new plate, making it the best it can be.

But in the back of my mind I can’t help thinking about the crispy potatoes and perfect parsnips that slipped through my fingers…

…And to top it all off there’s no spare Yorkshire puddings!

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