In Which Salad Changes Forms

Or, Why is it so hard to be good on Saturdays?

I woke up Saturday morning with a list of Things to Be Accomplished. They didn’t get done. That’s all. Which means:

On Friday I had been grocery shopping and bought lots of fruits and vegetables, even though I will be going out of town on Tuesday, because they looked so good, and I thought I would have the whole weekend to eat them. But I had forgotten that weekends are allergic to fruits and vegetables. Which means:

It was, oddly enough, a perfect morning for baking, and I had a hankerin’. So I tried what I now call Salad Dressing Muffins and entirely approve. I may as well enjoy having Italian ingredients cheaply available while I do. For anyone interested, I used this recipe, with a few excep-shuns:

1. I reduced the amount of sugar from 1 cup to about ¾ of a cup (and actually used agave syrup for the about ¼ cup, since someone had given me some).

2. I added a small sprinkling of cinnamon, nutmeg, and rosemary (no thyme. I never have thyme)—not sure how much. Just the right amount.

3. I replaced about half the lemon juice with Balsamic Vinegar.

4. I didn’t frost them (since they’re becoming muffins instead of cupcakes, after all), but sprinkled them with rosemary and stuck an almond in the top.

5. Yum! I recommend the frozen batter too.

And then instead of doing any of my reading or writing about Important Things, I finished re-reading Once On a Time, the only imperfection of which is that it ends (but it was complete, so I guess that can’t be an imperfection either). It was satisfying, and so I was sad with the wanting of the satisfaction that won’t end.

The End