I shouldn’t be on this blog, I’m an embarrassment.
I present Evidence A:
Rice a la Stefanie – nice and crunchy. I wasted 30min on this. In case you’re wondering, I can’t make rice, the second attempt was a mushy mess. I hate rice, why can’t I make it? Probably because I have an attention span akin to a goldfish, I make a class of 4-year olds look focused and persistant.Also, hot -cold hot cold, what is up with that. First make it boil, then simmer, then not too much water, but not too little. I hate rice…
Lo and behold the disaster muffin – I can’t even bake anymore.
Things that went wrong: a) attention span again, because if I had one I would have paid attention to that smell indicating these muffins are well done, but oh no, I was too busy looking for other muffin recipes to notice that they were heading the toasty way. There’s a lesson somewhere in there about living in the moment, I know.
b) My oven is too hot, something I should have known, it smacks too much of a pathetic excuse, right? Right.
c) And even if they were a bit toasty, too much nutmeg. It was meant to be a yummy banana muffin after a recipe I found on the BBC. And I was suspicious of the nutmeg in it… and of course..the whole muffin tasted of nutmeg. I retire, I ain’t a-bakin anymore. MPFH.
Punishment for this inadequate performance? Austere dining (because let’s not forget:I would have had chicken with this sad broccoli and overcooked rice, but I got carried away with the defrosting rendering my chicken inedible). So there, that’s all get.
So, I rest my case and hide in shame….