I frequently go down the rabbit hole in my own research–the funnest part of my job!–but seldom am I confronted by my remarkably un-Alice-in-Wonderland private existence so starkly. Found this in the fridge when trying to dig for feta cheese for a work lunch.
No, dear reader, ’twas not sand granule suspension for sharpening a hand plane, or unfortunate chemistry experiment. ‘Twas the delectable cream-egg-sugar slurry that transforms to homemade ice cream. Resident domestic goddess (read beloved husband) put the process on hold to sand homemade picture frames and walk the dogs. And yes, that is a gigantic tub of mayonnaise keeping it company.