Um, hi. I'm leaving for Michigan in 36 hours.
Let the FREAKING OUT begin.
Last night I made a batch of apple muffins (stupid fucking apple fest competition) and then crumbled into tears when I ate one. The texture was fine, the flavors were fine, the appearance was fine -- but that was the problem. Everything was just fine.
After doing an hour of apple muffin drive-bys (want a muffin? :whack:: here's your fucking muffin!), I went to the grocery store to get more supplies for more muffins.
Blame it on my OCD.
I have a third batch in the oven. That makes, oh, six dozen muffins I've made in the last 24 hours.
And just so we're all crystal clear in this situation -- if I do enter the muffins in the competition (and really, that's a big fucking if), I seriously doubt I'll win. No, it's not anything against my cooking, but when you eat something gluten-free at the same time you're eating foods with wheat, you notice the slight flavor and texture differences. So no one should have their hopes up of me actually winning the damn thing.
Although, I must say everyone should make apple muffins today -- it makes you home smell awesome.
So... it sounds like Aaron definitely has to go to work for at least part of the day tomorrow. Which means no Laura staying up late and priming the entry room and no Laura sleeping half the day away tomorrow and no Laura getting lots of good rest before driving her family overnight all night.
I think I need to go make another batch of muffins. Yes! Good idea! Drown my denial in the cinnamony goodness. Who needs to do laundry, clean house, wash dishes, pack and make gluten-free food for a trip when there's an apple competition to enter?