This past weekend, I had big plans. I planned to spend my entire Sunday making this complicated involved lamb dish, then serving and enjoying it in a relaxed sit-down dinner Sunday night. Plans changed. We went to bed late Saturday night, then went to what was supposed to be a quick brunch on Sunday, but the restaurant accidentally included dairy in my eggs so I had to wait for them to remake it, then someone left his keys at the restaurant so we had to drive back across town to get them. Luckily, this dish ended up not being as super-involved as I thought it would be, and splitting it into steps over multiple days worked beautifully, maybe even better than my original plan. Funny how that happens, isn’t it :)?