Let me tell you a story:
On Thursday, my friend Ahalya and I worked on our French project, which was to make a traditional Seychellois dessert called “daube de banane.” So we followed the recipe, putting plantains and sweet potatoes in a pan and covering it with coconut milk and spices. It was supposed to look like this (but with sweet potatoes, too):
It ended up looking like cat diarrhea. And so Ahalya and I were like, “Shit balls fuck. What are we going to do this looks like cat diarrhea.” So we tried to reduce the coconut milk and pour it over the dish to make it look better. Instead, it looked like we’d covered it in bloody semen.
At this point, we’re basically fucked. But then Ahalya suggested we blend it. I laughed, but she said, “No, I’m serious, we can just say it’s a dessert soup.” So we put our French project in a blender. The next day we told everyone that daube de banane is a Seychellois dessert soup and they believed us.