Oops, I screwed up the recipe

I must have been a little out of it today. I was cooking dinner after helping a co-worker move boxes in the heat, and I partially screwed up the rhubarb muffins I was working on. (Rhubarb muffins, by the way, are amazing.) I had everything stirred up, muffin tin filled with batter and just had to add the cinnamon-sugar topping. I mixed up the ingredients, sprinkled a little bit on each muffin. Then turned to put something in the microwave for the other recipe I was working on (veggie burritos) and discovered the little dish of butter that was supposed to mix into the cinnamon-sugar. Nice.

So I poured a teeny bit of butter on top of each muffin thinking it might somehow blend together. But when I pulled them out of the oven they were basically muffins with cinnamon-sugar spilling over the edges and a strangle looking brown spot in the middle of each one.

Fortunately, this didn’t affect the taste in any way, and we gobbled them up in a matter of seconds. I just felt really dumb for leaving out that step, and for the fact that only four of them turned out right. I had already had to improvise about half a cup of buttermilk and half a cup of whole wheat flour I didn’t have. But I guess that’s what I love about cooking — you can change the recipe, you can improvise when you’re down an ingredient or two, and if the stars are aligned, you can still come out with a pan full of tasty muffins. The burritos, despite being baked in the wrong size pan, were good, too.

Wake-up call

We all woke up this morning to this.

Bang, bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Me: Why would someone do that at 8:30 on a Sunday?

Mike: Apparently it’s hammer time.

I don’t know what this is, but it’s lovely

It seems like this year more than any other I’ve noticed the trees flowering. It took so long to become spring that I guess I’m soaking it up more than usual. All over town trees have sprouted pink, purple and white buds and I just think they’re gorgeous. I have no idea what they are, but they’re pretty. Someday when I actually own a house and can plant a tree, maybe I’ll learn.

This one is in my front yard.

Can I get a little rock chalk?

As a lifelong Jayhawk, raised in Lawrence, Kansas on a steady diet of granola and men’s basketball, I just had to say…

ROCK CHALK BABBBYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

Knit/crochet needle storage

If you like oatmeal, you’re in luck. I made these needle holders out of the cardboard cannisters that hold Quaker Oats (and the smaller one out of a breadcrumb cannister).

The idea came from SuperCrafty, another book you should have in your crafty collection. I made these at least a year ago, but I thought I’d post them now because I still think they are one of the most useful projects I’ve ever done. And what a great way to reuse something you’d probably toss.

The paper came from Two Hands Paperie, a wonderful store in Boulder, and I believe the ribbon is from JoAnn. What keeps the needles separated inside? Toilet paper tubes. Or paper towel tubes for the tall ones. Since my knitting projects tend to travel, I still keep my really tall needles in a “tool burrito” my sister sewed.

Soap dish from Real Simple

A great idea for keeping your ever-slimy man soap looking a little less bacheloresque in your bathroom (from Real Simple’s Simple Solutions book, one of my favorites).