There comes a time, in most mothers' lives, when they really do wonder how on earth their brains have deteriorated into the motherly mush they have become. Days of the week quickly become redundant as each day blurs into the next, sometimes days and nights have no meaning as you count the minutes of sleep you managed, or wonder where you put your cup of tea, only to find it days later in the pantry next to the plastic container of formula powder you forgot you had switched out of the tin!
This moment happened to me over the weekend, when I attempted to make some muffins. I was running a masterclass and thought it would be nice to have some food out for the students.
Now, I make muffins all the time, in fact, I would happily call myself something of a muffin connoisseur, an expert even, if you will. I regularly substitute ingredients, play with quantities and create entirely new and delicious muffin recipes, so when I accidentally put in double the amount of milk, I was mortified!
Luckily I still had the tupperware container of flour out on the bench, which confused me for a second cos I had put all the containers away - but clearly not. I am obviously losing my mind, or getting early onset alzheimers (oh please don't let that be the case). I frantically tried to save my recipe by trying to double the flour - I managed to salvage almost two whole cups of it before it ran out, which was strange because I swore there was more a moment ago. For a moment I thought - is this even flour? Because weirdly the mixture didn't really thicken! In the end, I gave up on trying to make them into muffins, and instead, poured the enormous amount of mixture into two cake tins. I sprinkled the tops with cinnamon sugar and crossed my fingers that they would turn out ok.
Fortunately, they did turn out ok. I mean, the middle of each 'cake' sunk, but I cut them in half long ways, so no-one would ever know and presented them beautifully on a plate.
The students loved them! Success!! Someone even asked for the recipe!
It wasn't until two days later, when was giving the little one her bottle that I realised it wasn't flour I had tried to save the recipe with.
It was baby formula.
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