Some days, things just don’t go quite as expected.
Yesterday was supposed to be one of those pretty good days where the schedule was mostly clear — the ORYSO parent meeting, then a quiet afternoon at home getting ready for the week to come.
After church, we stopped at Home Depot to buy some grape vines, but instead came home with a new lawnmower. Kind of an interesting twist, but our old one is pretty much a goner, and they had a great sale.
Then, midway through the day, we got a call from friends in Michigan that they were passing through, and wanted to stop in and see us for a bit. This spurred pure panic, as our house was in no condition for company. Delta and I cleaned like fiends (Gamma was still at ORYSO practice) for an hour or so until they arrived, but there was much that couldn’t be corrected on short notice.
Like needing a new kitchen floor, or new carpets throughout the house. Or even the assortment of stuff that has accumulated on the kitchen table, that doesn’t seem to have a good place to go.
After the visit, I settled in to make the pot of chili as planned, given the cold and blustery day. As I ate my bowl (atop crumbled cornbread) it seemed a little odd somehow, but it wasn’t until Delta and HWTFM insisted that it tasted like cinnamon that I checked for what might have gone wrong.
The spice jar in the space where I keep cumin looked like cumin… but the label said "cinnamon." The jar of cumin — an identical jar — was sitting on my cutting board, as I’d failed to put it away properly at some point.
It won’t win any prizes, but I doctored up the leftovers sufficiently to cover the hint of cinnamon. A little celery salt probably would have done the trick, but I’m out.
Cinnamon chili — when nothing is quite as expected.