True

She couldn't choose, but she didn't know it yet. Guests would come over for dinner and she had decided to prepare it all: the nettle soup and the aubergine cream, the roasted pumpkin and the warm goat cheese salad, the hummus and the duck leg, the stuffed zucchini and the radish pickles, the chocolate mousse and the date truffles, the cheese cake and the raspberry tart. 7pm was approaching quickly and when she scanned her kitchen she realised nothing was ready. The nettles still stingy, the goat cheese too tasty and the raspberries lost during shopping. She regretted having put up her aims so high, now she risked having nada to show. Why not one big gorgeous dish, one plate by which she could prove her culinary guts.

For what there is you have to prove to the world.
yourself. your life. your interests. your existence. the validity of your tram ticket.
She decided not to participate and to stick to the unfinished mess.