30.1.09

the middle of burnt muffins....


The past few days have been a mess. Today, I made a mess. A burnt, smokey, stuck to the sides of the muffin-tin mess. I got distracted by the content I was helping a friend write for her website, and I had forgotten several things about the oven in our flat. The first, it's convection, which means I need to subtract time and temperature from the recipes I thought I knew by heart; second, well, things had been going pear-shaped in general so I should have been more attentive in general, and third.... let's just say that with constantly converting temperature, weight, ingredients, and general culture, well, I was bound to slip up somewhere.
The plus was, of course, I had to snap out of my malaise and figure out what to do with twelve well-toasted muffins.

Well, beside throwing them away. The chocolate I had added to them was lovely, and it seemed a shame to waste anything that was actually edible. So, on my way to my husband's work to rewrite my C.V. again (but this time somewhere with a printer), I carried in my hands----muffin middles. Unattractive they may be, but they taste lovely, and I'm sure it's that chocolate that finally allowed me to get through rewriting my CV in what is apparently known as a "skills" format. All I know is that I need a job. Although I LOVE writing content and reviews, I'm currently doing it for free (or bartering for free books or horseback riding), and well, I'd like to rejoin the workforce, thank you.
So here's hoping the muffin middles did the trick, and I'm on my way to gainful employment.
(I feel I should say that I couldn't take a picture of the middles. So, instead, I treated myself to a second look at the cupcakes we had at our wedding. Mmmm. They tasted and looked good.)