A few days after the meatball disaster I screwed up the courage to deal with the detritus. I took a deep breath, gripped the counter in an effort to calm myself, and then bravely faced it. But like many things that seem insurmountable in the abstract, it was just simply doing something I’ve already done 4 billion times before and really there’s little chance of a fail. And yet . . . there is always that possibility isn’t there?
My only failure was not getting a picture of the final delicious result.