Lorna, I think Bonzo’s a monkey and Bedtime for Bonzo is a movie starring Ronald Reagan (oh, and a monkey). Might be wrong.
I made muffins — my go-to muffin recipe. I used paper liners to avoid all the scrubbing and scouring required after just greasing the tins. And the bottoms burnt. Why? Why, I ask you! Dammit.
I went online to see why this might be. They never burn when I don’t use cupcake liners.
Oh — Oh! Plus I had to bake them an extra five minutes so the toothpick would come out dry!
I didn’t find an answer, but learned that if you have a problem burning the bottoms or sides of your muffins, try putting your muffin tin on a cookie sheet or into another muffin tin before baking.
The last thing I did before going to bed last night was open the oven door and discover that the rack had somehow been situated on a level lower than the centre. That is probably the reason for the burnt bottoms. Don’t ask me how the rack got there. Next time I’ll pay closer attention.
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I wish there was something more interesting to write about. I don’t share dramatic details in the lives of my close friends. This isn’t the place for airing private conflicts or grievances either, though we all have ’em. Don’t believe for a moment that I don’t, just because I come across all Pollyanna here with nothing more disheartening to live with than the burnt bottoms of some muffins which, after all, are still perfectly edible. The political rise of redneck hatefulness around the world is a concern but not one worth expounding upon or debating; there’s more than enough of that in the news and social media and I have nothing new to add. I remind myself that getting worked up over it makes no difference whatsoever. As a matter of fact, getting worked up over anything doesn’t seem to move one ahead in any direction. I’m trying to focus on the here and now right in front of me, and on not resisting it but accepting it as it is. I’m not so good at that. Mostly I have to practise being patient with myself.