Oh man, I just exemplified “Haste Makes Waste” like a boss.

I tried to rush making a batch of ghee before work.  I had my doubts.  As I started, I knew that even if I had the window of 30 minutes to do it, I had other things to do to get ready for work during that time; I wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on the ghee the whole time which is how I like to get it done.  From the Irish butter I use to the classical radio I listen while it bubbles into liquid gold, making ghee is one of my most sacred symbols and source of yummy sustenance  in the house.

And this morning I botched a batch like a boss.

It was going well, I was listening to the sound of it sizzling from the other room, a stronger than usual sizzle; if i were in the room I wouldn’t let it be sizzling so, but I was aware that listening to it that more intently was not a bad thing.

But then I went back and forth in the rooms a little, and when I got back, there were dark specks bubbling up and I thought I had begun to overcook the bottom.  This is where I hastened.  Instead of just taking the pot off the burner and letting it begin to cool, I rushed to pour it into the glass jar awaiting on the counter.  So it cracked.  and leaked the ghee all onto the counter, and broke the glass, my favorite jar for it.  Now I know how perfectly a glass jar cracks when the fluid is too hot.  I couldn’t have used the ghee for anything else, since there might be glass in it, and the cloth I used to try and wipe down the counter might have to be trashed, and I’m probably backing up the sink for letting some of it drip in the drain.

Really, a waste. Many wastes. (I hadn’t had any coffee in the morning yet either.)  The “Peer Gynt” theme that underscored the sizzle suddenly felt less special, too.

Except  for the opportunity for voice that bubbled up awakened that said “I forgive you.” Like a little fairy, a tiny little me, still in my comfy clothes, flew from under the covers to my shoulder to offer forgiveness.

Yes, I am going to forgive myself for that blunder.  If only for the opportunity for practice forgiveness to myself.

Time to go to the store, pick up some more butter, and take my time to try again.

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