It’s not meant for me to cook.
I ruined 2 pans of bran muffins and I can’t imagine how I did it.
Well, maybe I can.
My culinary skills are rusty.
I also have a dysfunctional stove.
It has only 2 burners and the oven is so temperamental that the temperature must be dialed in 20 times before it turns on; it "clicks" and turns off.
I must allow an extra 30 minutes to fiddle with the knobs.
"Work baby, work."
I positioned my KitchenAid mixer on the counter, dusted it off and followed the Bran Cereal Box recipe.
The recipe made a dozen muffins. I needed 2 dozen so I doubled the ingredients.
The only paper cups I could find were for Christmas and birthdays.
No one would notice.
I set 2 timers. I thought this was a great idea; one timer was set for the cooking time and the other one was set 8 minutes earlier.
When the first timer went off, I opened the oven door and smoke poured out.
The bottoms of the muffins had burned.
I did everything right.
As the muffins cooled on the counter, I tried one.
They were like chewing cardboard.
They didn’t taste like the $3 ones you get at the coffee shop.
Maybe that’s why they cost $3.
I'm sure I'd have to pay someone to eat my muffins.
Perhaps if they were dunked in some coffee, they would taste better.
I bagged 1 dozen for me and 1 dozen for my mother.
I hope she remembers what she taught me: “It’s the thought that counts”.
If she can't eat them, she can use them for door stops.
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Have a great day.