A few weeks ago, I managed to buy a packet of oats, but have not seen them for sale since. We decide to live life on the edge and make oat, peanut butter and banana muffins. We follow one of those Facebook recipes - those videos that make everything look so easy: all the ingredients are neatly weighed out, everything mixes up as it should and, when it appears from the oven, is totally perfect.
Sian asks why our baking doesn't follow quite the same course: flour spills on the counter, egg yolk dribbles on the floor and some of the muffins cannot be extracted without the use of extreme force. I tell her they are unlikely to put videos of all the failures on Facebook. I am sure a lot of editing takes place.
If it is one thing that annoys me about many recipes, it's the measurements they use. I just do not understand how you can measure flour in milliliters. Isn't this something we learnt at school? Place 310 milliliters of flour in a large bowl. Why not use grams? The Americans, in particular, drive me mad with their cups. For goodness sake, have we not moved on? How big is a cup? Old recipes are not always much clearer though. I have one book that just says: Add the milk and stir without saying how much milk this involves. And quarts? Who on earth measures things out in quarts? Do you ever hear anybody go into a shop and ask for a quart of milk?
We also make pizza for supper and are halfway through when we realise we are very short of anything that may constitute a topping. Mushrooms, bacon and pineapple are like saying caviar these days. We are lucky enough to have cheese at this stage of the week. Fortunately, we find some olives and a green pepper and use a bit of chicken as well.
In the evening, we watch a film called Elizabeth is Missing. It is really good - about a woman with dementia who is convinced her friend is missing, but no one takes her very seriously. I had an idea a while back for a similar idea. As usual, it has remained an idea.
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