Irrational urge to cook has fortunate consequence

Some years ago I had a very strong urge to cook a lemon surprise pudding, a desert made from fresh lemons among other ingredients. It also needs butter. Though quite late at night I went to the kitchen and found that there was no butter, only a type of vegetable fat. My wife said not to try to make the pudding because I didn't have the right ingredients but I decided to continue nonetheless. I started, and got out the electric lemon squeezer. The top bit of it was missing, however, and I spend about half an hour looking for it. Eventually I found it in some wrapped up newspaper in the bin. My wife had accidentally thrown it away. One day later and the rubbish would have been thrown out and taken away - including my lemon squeezer top. I only saved it because I insisted on making the pudding. What made it such a powerful experience was that I didn't really have the right ingredients but persisted nonetheless. The coincidence was the strong desire to make a lemon pudding at just the time that this urge would lead me to rescuing something that had inadvertently been thrown away and would not otherwise have been spotted.