Why do you make me come undone?
While getting ready to make a dozen Sprinkles Red Velvet Cupcakes, I discover that my set of 12 reusable silicone cups (to use as cupcake liners) is missing a piece. What is it about missing pieces of a set that makes me utterly speechless in the most teeth-grinding and fist-gripping sense? Is it because this set cost me nearly $25? Is it because I think maybe a guest who came over accidentally threw it in the trash thinking it was a disposable cupcake liner? My mind races and thinks back to the last time I used these. Banana muffins it was, but no clues come to mind. I open every cabinet door and every possible drawer to see if it was misplaced. I then yell at my poor working-at-home Dear Husband, who kindly comes downstairs to look with me. Nothing. Nada. DH offers a simple solution: go buy another set. But that just doesn't make up for that one missing one. What am I going to do with 23 cups? I'm still missing one!
So now I have to get myself used to the fact that I have to live with 11 silicone cups. I resign to this incredibly frustrating revelation of the day and that I will never find out where it went or who did it. In the end, after my rampant search for this piece of yellow silicone, I must reconcile with the one fact that I am most afraid of: that I was the one who accidentally threw it in the garbage.
In defense of my OCD personality, missing is still missing. It will always get to me and I cannot let it go. Each time I reach for my silicone cups I will be missing my one yellow one. After all, what good is a pair of chopsticks if it's missing one stick?