I hate stupid. I especially hate stupid when it’s me!
I’ve been on a cooking spree lately. (Yes, that’s unusual for me, especially in the summer when I make reservations!) Yesterday I yearned for something blueberry. Anything blueberry. I thought about pancakes but made muffins instead.
I have a recipe I like. It’s not real sweet and has lots of blueberries. (Don’t you hate when you buy a muffin and they have two dried little things in a huge muffin?) It was going well. Or so I thought.
Muffins aren’t complicated. You don’t need a mixer. After I put the pan in the oven I realized that the measuring spoon I used was ½ tablespoon instead of a teaspoon. There are three teaspoons in a tablespoon. My recipe called for 2 teaspoons of baking powder and I put in three. Instead of rushing to the internet to see what would happen, I decided to see if I could taste a difference. I couldn’t. I thought it needed salt which isn’t called for at all.
What I did next was very ‘merican! I blamed the manufacturer of the stupid measuring spoons (using some bad words). Who makes a half tablespoon as part of a group of spoons? I don’t have a recipe that calls for a half tablespoon!
It definitely couldn’t be my fault for not checking! Or could it?
The recipe satisfied my craving. I’m happy so I’m not going to torture myself. I also made creamed cucumbers and they are the best ever! That evens it all out (in my head).