Muffin Madness

I decided to make muffins (from scratch) for breakfast this morning. No big deal, I make muffins a bunch (or at least I used to...it's been a while). I consulted my Pinterest account for a recipe to follow. I found one that looked familiar, but called for buttermilk. I felt that I'd probably done it with regular milk last time, though. I decided to go for the full deal this time, so I headed to the kitchen to concoct some buttermilk (milk + lemon juice).

At this point, I was committed. What else would I use buttermilk for, right?

Next, I realized I didn't have the flour it called for. (Panic! What do I do with my buttermilk?!) Thankfully, I had some tucked away elsewhere. Whew! I was already thinking of how awkward it would be to ask my neighbor for a full three cups of flour.

As I measured out the flour, I thought, "Dang, this seems like a lot of flour for a dozen muffins." Then I reached the point where I needed to add the butter. It called for two sticks. TWO STICKS! I didn't have two sticks of butter, so I improvised. And, two sticks of butter for 12 muffins?!

Thankfully, this was the point where I realized my recipe makes 24 muffins. Wow...that's a lot of muffins for two kids and me.

Somewhere along the line, I also had a little mishap with my vanilla. As I poured it onto the spoon, I found myself very confused as to why my vanilla was yellow. Bright yellow. I'm so glad that my confusion kept me from dumping the spoon over and mixing the extract into the other ingredients. I'd mistakenly grabbed banana extract, not vanilla extract. That would have surely ruined things.

In the end, I realized that I have actually never made these muffins before. They're complicated (for pre-coffee me, at least), completely unhealthy and plentiful. At least they were good.