So the cleaning lady THREW AWAY the leftover gravy! Tossed it away like yesterday’s jam.
What more proof is needed that there is a substantial gravy issue in Argentina? That someone could come into my house, into MY kitchen, and look at the gravy I lovingly crafted from a reduction of homemade chicken stock and red wine and think to herself: “That’s crap and I shall throw it away”… well, I don’t know what to think any more.
Clearly the problem is far, far worse than I first thought. The nation is in the grip of gravy ignorance. It probably goes right to the very top. I may have found my purpose in life, my calling, my …. DESTINY.
RIP my gravy.