A few months ago, I tried making mayonnaise.
It was a miserable and messy process, but it unexpectedly taught me something about life that I think about every time it comes out of the fridge.
Like doing anything worthwhile in this life, making mayonnaise takes time.
You can’t just sling some oil and eggs into a blender and blitz it. You could try. But you won’t get delicious mayonnaise; you’ll get a gross, fatty mess that’ll never quite wash out.
To make great mayonnaise, you have to mix the oil in ever so slowly, drip by drip. It takes effort. It takes patience. It takes measured, deliberate progress and a wrist with some stamina [insert masturbation joke here]. And you have to screw it up at least once.
Most people just fling their hopes and dreams in a blender, zhush it up, and then go back to buying Hellmann’s when it doesn’t work out.
And that’s fine. Not everyone wants to spend their time making mayonnaise.
But if you do want to make your own special sauce, get ready to make it slowly.