My first slow cooker meal. To fight the urge to peek inside, I tap on the glass lid and watch the drops of condensation roll down, leaving a streaky site of my yet to be believed cooked meal.
I am like the drop -- that slowly makes its way down the shower curtain growing larger with miniscule molecules of moisture that rise from the steam... when suddenly another drop, with its own momentum, unites with it racing them both to the freedom of the drain