Go on...I dare you!

I think its important to remember that its not only possible, it is in fact common, to have something amazing, delicious or fabulous come from – how do I put this…a f*ck up. Strange I know, to bring this topic to mind but I’m sure the poor guy who left the tomatoes out in the sun way back in the ‘olden days’ didn’t get his deserved pat on the back. Sun dried tomatoes, who new would taste like a small slice of heaven, a f*ck up that has changed not only my fridge contents but my life for sure. Yes a small thing such as forgotten about tomatoes out in the sun just shows that no matter your f*ck up – play it right and you got yourself a fabulous bruschetta topping (to name one, I could go on for days). Hell, I figure dare to make mistakes, be bold, who knows you could be the next f*ck up legend!

What about the guy who left the corn on the hot rocks and boom you got yourself a tasty movie snack – who new, a legend in his own right.

The poor gatherer who only came back with kiwis to his tribe, family or pack with these hairy poo shaped balls. Imagine the “aHHH hAAAA” sounds coming when they cracked that bad boy open.

Or while cooking the peppers for a simple dinner Susan* over cooked them (Names used in this story have been changed and are fictional, any similarities are mere coincidence) and burnt the outer skins – a f*ck up. But wait; peel that off and now a cooking genius (some would say).

Have you ever eaten a dragon fruit before, if you have you know what I mean when I say the first bloke to pick that off the tree and eat it had guts :). Wow, its gloriously bright colours and thorn-like green leaves give it the impression of being highly poisonous. Perhaps too pretty to eat. Imagine that first mouthful of worryingly refreshing goodness, which I’m sure he was waiting for his insides to erupt. A surprise to all I’m sure when he was fine – its like I always say; you got to risk it to get the biscuit. This is obviously not always the case with some good-looking fruit in history. “OOOO what a lovely tasty looking wild berry”…dead in a few days (how dramatic, but we have all seen Into The Wild, and it didn’t end well for him) He might have dared too far.

Now its not only food that I focus this “Dare to f*ck up” philosophy on, I reckon that the tall girl who had outgrown her lovely jeans was ridiculed at school but really they were just Capri pants. Or those questionable farmers whose jeans got too cut up on the farm – trendsetters, you pay a fortune for ripped and faded jeans now. I also like to believe that mini shorts were a mere accident, one that I have profited from for years now.

Take a slit in ladies ball gowns, evening dress’s, work skirts, you name it, it all stemmed from one lady over – stepping you could say, and the rest is history.

What about crop tops – a simple washing machine malfunction that has given dancers their wardrobes since the beginning of time.

Even the simplest of things like shaving your legs, I guess it was sharp enough to kill a goat so used the right way could rid you of those cave man under arms and hairy legs. Perhaps even laser was a f*ck up on a monumental level, meant for a different cause with a side affect of hair loss – marketable much??

I’m sure if we put our heads together we could figure out that many many fabulous, wonderful or tasty things that have come from a f*ck up. This might be my way of glorifying all my many f*ck ups, but hey, if the glass is half full … MORE ROSE PLEASE!!!

 

Ready for my next f*ck up – Your truly…Stu!