I would like to tell you about my day.
Let me preface this with: a lovely friend of mine hired house cleaners to come last week and thoroughly clean the house. It was wonderful. Best. Present. Ever.
And then this day came.
It had already been a stressful day. I hadn’t gotten much done for my daily routines and was feeling behind. The accountant needed more and more information. Self employment taxes are making me feel clueless. The kids have been rather “needy” this morning and the baby seems to be waking from his nap within minutes of me actually getting something accomplished.
Brian came home from lunch a little after noon and I proceeded to make us all quesadillas for lunch.
2 days earlier my first batch of water kefir was ready. I bottled it with grape juice to make a soda, because that sounded awesome. I googled “water kefir soda” since I knew it could be done, but needed direction. I came across Wellness Mama’s recipe. You can find it here.
I had purchased a couple large bottles similar to this one, but I think mine is around 30 ounces.
I mixed the water kefir with several ounces of grape juice, closed the top and let it sit on the counter. It says to leave it for 24 to 48 hours. The temperature in my house is pretty cool, so I decided to leave it for 48 hours, (make sure it’s good and carbonated, you know!)
The last quesadilla was almost done, so I figured I’d pop open the grape soda and we’d have a treat with our lunch.
I couldn’t open it. It fizzed a little, but I couldn’t pop the seal. I asked Brian to open it for me. He stepped over, grasped the bottle and popped the cap right off. But the cap didn’t just pop. It FLEW off. The beautiful grape soda became a spewing fountain of purple foam. Just like the mentos in diet coke trick. I grabbed a washcloth and stuffed it over the top of the bottle. But it was too late.
It could have been funny. It could have been freaking hilarious. But as I was standing there feeling the drips on my head and my arms, seeing the juice drip down all the walls like a purple water fall, trickling and dripping over every surface… I didn’t laugh. I cried. I sat down on the grape soda covered stool and cried into the bath towel that I had frantically grabbed in my attempt to save the white trim that was rapidly turning blue.
The space on the ceiling was a good 2 foot circle. There was soda on top of the fridge and splatted all over the floor for about 10 feet in every direction. Remember, this is grape. GRAPE. Brian was trying to stifle a laugh. We were covered.
I scrubbed the top of the fridge. The floor. Ceiling. Switch plates. Shelf. Walls. Counter. Sink. Brian removed the shelf for me, so I could scrub the walls.
About an hour later I sat down to eat my cold quesadillas and drink my 3 ounces of grape soda. I noticed I was still wearing sticky jeans.
On the up side: I’ve been thinking of repainting. I could just do it. Oh- and the kitchen smells like grape candy. That’s a good thing, right??
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