Jarringly bad luck

I’m really getting into quinoa in a very big way. Please don’t hate me and throw words like ‘woke’, ‘hipster’ and ‘eco-git’ at me. I just find it versatile, simple to use and (if spiced correctly) delicious. I often mix some up with salad to have cold at lunchtime, and at least once a week I do a big panful and we have it with roasted veg and some chicken thighs. God I sound healthy! I usually follow it up with a tin of creamy rice pudding or a slice of cake, though, so don’t be nominating me for Healthy Twat Of The Year just yet.
Anyway, the reason I mention it at all is to share a little story, give you a little warning, and hope you may learn from my mistake:
Quinoa, for those of you that don’t know, is basically a collection of tiny multicoloured balls. A bag of it looks a bit like the inside of a beanbag, but with the balls being harder and smaller, and not made of polystyrene (so not much like it at all, in hindsight).
ANYWAY – if you rip open a bag of it too enthusiastically, like I did this evening, the bloody stuff flies off in about 3,000 different directions and you spend the next two hours trying to fish it out from under the dishwasher and finding several balls in the living room.
Versatile and tasty it may be, but it’s also very, very difficult to get out of a carpet.
That is all.

RC 20-10-20