I hate to say it but I took a step backwards this week and I’m not sure how. Instead of having less (see my icky reference to bean sprouts last week) I somehow have MORE waste.

How is that possible?

Is someone sneaking food into the house while I get my refreshing 15 minutes of nightly sleep (more teeth for the kiddo)?
Has anyone stopped eating that I don’t know about?
Is my husband somehow just toying with me because he knows how competitive I am, thus hiding food somewhere else and only bringing it out when it has gone past its best before?

I might be suffering from Starbucks withdrawl still and becoming slightly paranoid. The kiddo getting molars and basically growing as we watch her ergo getting a total of five hours sleep over the course of this week might have something to do with this too. (it might also explain the run-on sentence)

Here’s my list:
1) Cilantro (why do I buy this?). I think that I will just drop my money into a donation box the next time I am tempted to pick it up.
2) An orange (you knew this would occur again)
3) 1/4 loaf of homemade bread-seriously, who doesn’t eat a loaf of homemade bread?
4) One portion of risotto. I SWEAR this was all gone but it was back in the fridge somehow last night when I cleaned everything up at midnight. Arggghhh…

Perhaps the best thing to do is write this down in a little sonnet and hopefully it won’t seem as such a poor turn-out?

Please note the iambic pentameter-I taught that to the kids this week (there might be a bit of poetic licence here and there) and I needed an example that I had written for my class. Hey, two birds-one stone.

We’re doing odes this week so we’ll see what happens next Friday.

Oh cilantro how much do I love thee?
Why do you tend to rot in my fridge so?
You are an excellent addition to chilli.
But not so when you are mushy and glow.

Orange, Orange turned to blue and furry.
We thought we’d have you for a light dessert.
Orange, Orange turned in a great big hurry.
But if we’d eaten you it would have really hurt.

Homemade bread, you took a lot of effort.
You didn’t even make it to croutons.
I could have used a bit more support.
Instead I was left last night with steak and grey poupon.

Squash risotto where did you hide?
I swear that you were eaten and that there was none put to the side.

The treat for the day though is much more appetizing. The husband calls these Oatmeal cookie muffins but they are actually Maple Syrup Muffins and yet another Grandma Gibson recipe.

Like all recipes that you would find on an Ottawa Valley farm it is quick, takes few ingredients and always turns out. You can also make it as a cake for a dinner party and people will love you forever and ever and ever (Remember that Bugs Bunny episode “and I’ll love you and feed you and call you George…”? Dear me, I am so tired).

In a bowl cream together; 1/2 cup butter, 1 cup white sugar. Add 1 tsp salt, 2 1/2 cup flour, 4 tsp baking powder, 1 1/2 cup rolled oats, 1 cup milk and 1 cup maple syrup. Stir until JUST blended (yes, you can mix the we ingredients in a separate bowl and the dry ingredients in another and then carefully add a bit of each to the butter mixture at a time BUT that’s a lot of washing-up and if you are simply careful with how much you mix the entire batter you can cheat a bit and save a lot of dishes).

Spoon into muffin tins (this will make roughly 18-the original recipe was half of this but the entire batch of muffins will likely last about two days in our house so why bother with even fewer?) and bake for 20 minutes at 350 or until a skewer comes-out clean.

To guild the lilly you can also make a glaze of 1/2 cup icing sugar, 1 T. butter and 1 T. maple syrup. Spread on warm muffins. If you leave them plain those in the house addicted to sweets will likely want to eat the muffins sandwiched with a bit of jam in the middle.

By the by, the chickpea curry was fantastic. We finished it off by putting a few toasted almonds on the top. The babes liked it so much she ate hers and then half of her Granddad’s.