The Road to Domesticity

So. Here I am on a Sunday morning. It's cool-ish outside and looks like rain. There were some blueberries in the fridge that were on the edge of 'going', so I decided to make blueberry muffins.

Now what a sweet thought that is, isn't it? Cool, sweet air coming in the windows...the aroma of blueberry muffins baking. Maybe sitting outside later with a book, a pot of tea, and a warm muffin.

Er, no.

Because as I zipped along following the recipe, I tasted a bit of it from time to time and thought, hm, that's a little bit salty, isn't it?

And then - this batter just does not look right.

Well. That would be because I used baking SODA instead of baking POWDER and completely forgot to put in any sugar. At. All.

Still, I'm letting it bake. Failing all else, I'll crumble one or two into a bowl, sprinkle sugar over it, add some milk and call it breakfast.

Yes, children, there was once a time when I was known for my baking skills. Xman wanted to make it part of the divorce decree that I would bake him one yellow cake with chocolate icing once a year. And now I can't even bake a freakin' muffin?

Well, it's absolutely lack of recent experience. I'm not going to let this stop me, though.

When I set out for Push'n'Pay this morning, I had a list in hand. I'd done it in Excel (you would think someone who does her grocery list in Excel would notice the lack of a) baking powder and b) sugar), costing out everything to spend my $30 for weekly groceries. I did it, too. $30.37. The time has come again for Xtreme Thrift. And to get there, I must follow the road back to domesticity. With or without a compass.