My girlfriend Jessica is a baker, a cook and a personal chef. Jessica taught cake decorating at A.C. Moore in Lancaster for seven years.
Jessica takes food and food preparation hella seriously.
Right now, she's making peanut butter patties.
Jessica has the coolest cutlery, mixing bowls, pans and all kinds of other food tools. Food is her passion.
The trade-off for always having amazing food in front of me, is that I do all the dishes.
Last Tuesday, when I was halfway done doing the dishes, I slipped in water. I lost my balance and grabbed the cookie sheet that had all of her mixing bowls and a few dinner plates on it.
I didn't fall, but all of Jessica's glassware did, and it shattered everywhere.
I was so scared. I knew how upset she was going to be. As I said, she takes her cooking stuff very seriously and I just broke it all by not being careful.
My heart sank.
Jessica yelled from the bedroom: 「Are you okay?」
I said nothing — I was sick to my stomach.
I knew she was going to be super pissed at me.
「Leon, are you okay!?」
As she came around the kitchen corner, I looked up at her and watched her eyes scan the glass littered floor.
When she asked me what happened, I told her and to my surprise, she hugged me and said: 「I'm just glad that you didn't get hurt.」
Oh yeah, and she also handed me a broom and pan and told me to clean it up.
What I do now, that I never, ever used to, is acknowledge when I'm wrong. I was wrong to assume that Jessica's glass bowls were the most important thing to her.
And more importantly, what I do now that I never used to do — is my best to clean up the messes that I make.