Since we’re becoming an endangered species, and because I’ve been reading a fair bit of Victoriana daily life minutae stuff, I thought it’s time to get down what I do during the day to dispel the vicious rumour that housewives spend their days painting their toenails and playing tennis. Have you seen my toenails? I may treat you to a picture in a post in the future.
Suffering from a surfeit of strawberries, I googled a recipe for a strawberry muffin. The strawberry muffin I usually make is a pound cake recipe with cooked strawberries mixed through it and a touch heavy for the daily kids’ lunchbox. The top entry on taste.com is a terribly worthy looking thing utilising low fat yoghurt (I feel that I should spell it as “yoghourt” in this context) and Splenda corblimey, what is wrong with people these days. However, I happen to have low fat yoghourt and I’m certainly not stooping to Splenda, white sugar should do nicely, and it’s in the oven right now. Because I like to believe I’m living in a cooking show, I shall now make some chicken stock. Muffin picture and kid review to follow.