Last night I was talking to my brother while I began preparing dinner. Dinner consisted of a grilled cheese sandwich and some butternut squash soup.
I'm an amazing chef, I know.
The butternut soup came in a box, so I just poured it into a pot to heat it, and as I did so, I squeezed the box too hard and spilled some all over the stove top.
I told my brother, "Oops. I just spurted my butternut all over the place."
I'm not sure if that's something he needed to hear.