Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain

The other day I posted on Facebook that I was baking muffins, and immediately my high school boyfriend, Rex, commented, "You're being metaphorical, right?"

He knows me well, even still, and though I enjoy the reputation I have among my friends as a non-cook, because that way they feed me, if truth be told (not that it need be, here) I can cook. And bake.

I recently started baking muffins on a regular basis, because I've given up trying to find real muffins in this land sans Tim Hortons. Chocolate chips, lemon goo, raisins (I hate raisins!)... if they're crammed with sweet stuff they're not muffins, they're cupcakes! So I make huge batches of batter filled with bran, and oats, and anything else grainy I can find at Trader Joes, and I bake me three dozen or so muffins and eat them for breakfast for two weeks.

I only set off the fire alarm once.