I slept in this morning. I’m not even sure how late I slept in. I let my phone die overnight so it wasn’t on when I woke. I wanted to stay in bed, but I kept hearing sounds like something was broken and blowing around. I even got up to look and couldn’t find anything, but I heard it again when I tried to go back to sleep. I blame Ambrose. He wanted me out of bed for some reason.
I went shopping in Payette this morning. I decided that my sourdough bread that was going stale would be perfect for French Toast. Or rather, for Egg Toast, which is similar, but involves more egg. An Ambrose special. I bought a muffin tin, and liners, and the last ingredients I thought I needed to recreate the banana muffins I remember baking with my mom. My brother had pretty bad food allergies as a kid, and these muffins are made with no eggs or dairy or wheat. I believe I stole the book with the recipe, but lost it along the way. I can’t find the book, so I’ve decided to try and recreate the recipe from memory.
I had egg toast for lunch. It was yummy. And then I tried baking the muffins. I wrote down what I added and in what quantities. The plan is to bake and then try again. This iteration turned out delicious, but too sweet. I’ve made some notes about what I’m going to try next time. Now I need to figure out if I can give away some of these muffins instead of eating them all myself.
I’ll know when they’re closer, because if I make them right the tops won’t be smooth like this, but peaked and pocked instead. I’m going to try less sugar, more flour, and more oil next time. These are like candy muffins and I could totally eat all of them at one sitting.
I watered the tree today. I had a migraine when I woke up, but I didn’t medicate it until I got home from shopping. It’s gone now. I’m feeling kind of deflated. I wish I could take some serious time off of work and just exist for a while. It’s almost like this job is the job that I had while Ambrose was here, and now that he’s not here anymore I don’t know if it’s still what I want to do.
