A Hole in My Umbrella

It's been raining in Minneapolis for two days and as I walked home from work this afternoon a steady drip tapped me on the head despite the fact that I had an umbrella. By the time I arrived at my house the bottoms of my jeans were soaked, my shoulders only slightly less so.
But I had big plans for dinner.
I stopped by the farmers' market on my way home and bought four Japanese eggplants and six ruby red beets. Inspired by two fabulous bloggers who wrote about beets this week, I wanted to roast mine in the oven and eventually toss them with mixed greens in oil and balsamic vinegar. Since the oven would already be on, I planned to stuff the eggplant with ground turkey meatballs and bake them until golden. Nothing would be better on a damp night.
Things don't always go as planned.
Instead, I pulled the beets too early and they are hard and taste like dirt ( probably because I didn't scrub long enough) and Gian Luca and I are both mildly scared that we will wake up with food poisoning from the slightly undercooked turkey ( after an hour of baking you'd think it would be cooked).
Walking home rain-soaked I should have planned a different menu; one that involves dialing a number and letting someone else do the work.
But oh well. There is always tomorrow to try again. I'm hopeful, even if there is rain in the forecast.