2024 - Tonight's recipe

It was a toss up between Burritos or breadcrumbed basa. So as the oven was going on I thought to roast some tromba or pumpkin. I went to find a tromba from the top shelf of some 6ft dexion in the garage where I've stored them over winter. Bearing in mind I'm 5ft 5ish I can't see the top shelf so I reached up and pulled a tromba's tail. You guessed it, an avalanche of rotting tromba mush & seeds falls on me, the shredder, the lawn mower and various bits stored underneath. After muttering and swearing I eventually get it cleaned up, find a tromba that is solid, grab the rope to pull the garage door down and the bloody plastic rope breaks! Me and P spend the next ¾ hr messing about finding cord to replace it and fiddle @rsing about threading it through the concealed hole. Job done now but I'm frightened what the third thing will be.