We all have them.
Sometimes they are realistic.
Sometimes, not so much.
Some times they are hopeful.
Sometimes they are underestimated.
Sometimes people live up to your expectations.
Sometimes they don't.
Deciding when to raise or lower them can be a source of angst.
Being able to do so decisively and without looking back can be a gift.
Or a bane. (Depending on whether or not you made the right decision).
Going to the grocery store looking for a batch of lemons. Low expectations. You get to the store and see a display of organic Meyer lemons. Expectations exceeded.
I entered last week's chicken liver gateaux with a somewhat open mind but with low expectations (regarding my regard for the end product). The the scales between expectations and results were balanced - the Universe was in order.
A chocolate sourdough cake. Expectations high. The resulting mess that looked like something out of a Tim Burton move. Expectations not met.
Like that chocolate cake, this week the scales were not quite so balanced. My expectations were high, but reality fell with a thud onto the opposite side of the scale like a 20 pound weight and left things a little unbalanced.
We rescued the shrimp.
Everything else ended up getting tossed.
I am moving on....
To cookies (that someone else made).
Or a glass of orange juice.
Anything that doesn't involved sesame oil and Chinese five spice mixed with tomato puree.
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