Just call me Grace...

After waking up at the ungodly (for a Saturday) hour of 6:45am and hauling my arse to a rehearsal in Manhattan, I was rewarded by doing very little actual rehearsing and being released at 11am.

As planned, I trekked up to Union Square--finding a new pair of $5 sidewalk sunglasses on the way, hoorah!--to pay a visit to my friends, Wholefoods and Greenmarket. The expedition proved a success and I struck out for home; however, the simplest of tasks are never completed without incident. At least, not in my world.

So I tripped up the steps while exiting the subway.

It should be noted that I fall up the stairs far more often than I fall down them. I'm special like that.

Unfortunately, there were casualties. Namely, an eight-dollar bottle of organic olive oil.




It should be noted that the three-dollar bottle of vinegar remained intact, if a bit greasy.




Thanks to some quick thinking--and my penchant for saving empty salsa jars--the incident was not a total loss...



In the end, I managed to preserve approximately 1/8th of my overpriced olive oil. I'm just grateful I decided against splurging on the $15 bottle. Now that would have pissed me off.

The only question that remains is... how much olive oil do I need to complete my cooking plans for the day?

Keep your fingers crossed.