This morning I experienced, for the first time, the urge to throw something across the room. I’ve seen others do it upon occasion, and always thought “How silly. Why take a shitty situation and make it worse?” But today, like yesterday, my iPhone would not do anything at all without long delays and other fuckups. Finally I gave up: it seems impossible to upload — or is it download — the photo to go with the entry I wrote yesterday:
Emil had a special request; a particular book that he once had. He hoped his dad could find a copy and bring it when he drove out for the Thanksgiving weekend.
Gord found something even better — four books inside one cover. Emil sat next to me on the couch and read them aloud — and I had better be paying attention, he said — and peering around his shoulder I noticed some things like recipes and pancake-making tips.
Emil didn’t want to leave the book here, so I requested he bring it along this weekend. Corny Corn Muffins have just come out of the oven and have yet to be taste-tested. They are heavy as hell.
Delicious, but filling and difficult to get through. I won’t use this recipe again. Why such heavy dough? So heavy that it isn’t poured or spooned into the muffin cups, but rolled into balls. It must be due to the can of creamed corn that is one of the ingredients.