After a moment to myself (I wouldn't dare cuss in front of the children) I started over from scratch. But, I couldn't bring myself to throw away the batter. My grandmother would roll over in her grave to see me throw away all those strawberries and eggs. But what the heck was I supposed to do with strawberry puree, eggs, sugar, and more sugar? I put it in the fridge convinced I would have an epiphany later on.
Then it came to me. Pie! What about making it into a custard-style buttermilk pie? So today I added some buttermilk, flour, more eggs, a little strawberry extract, and poured it all over big chunks of strawberries in the bottom of a pie shell. I had no idea if it would even be edible. So I baked it, chilled it, and waited.
With trepidation I cut the first slice. I took the first bite. I don't remember anything after that. I think I heard the choir eternal singing in the distance as a warm glow spread through my body. Seriously, it was that good! Sometimes it amazes me that what we think will be the biggest screw-up of our lives turns into a blessing in disguise. Isn't it beautiful how God works that way?
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