March 21st, 2011

Baking is (Apparently) Difficult

Should I give him credit for trying? Not that it should be any concern of mine to begin with, but I'm assuming wanting to try something new is what prompted Adam to try making brownies tonight. Setting aside that when I went down into the kitchen about an hour ago, the brownies had magically been replaced with muffins, I take issue with the following. Also setting aside first though that being able to make cookies and bread and at least one variety of cake with relative success doesn't make me that much better at baking than other people, but some of the things he did (or was doing) were wrong, in a common-sense sort of way.

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I could probably write a fourth item too, but suffice it to say, when I went back upstairs, he was just getting ready to put the mix into a pan which would then go into the oven, and even though I've never made brownies before, it did not look right. Something that's supposed to bake in the oven shouldn't look partially baked while it's still in a pot on the stove. For the rest of this short tale, I would direct your attention back to the first paragraph of this entry. I'm assuming he used muffin mix for those though, but even if not, he should've just done that in the first place.

As for me, the only things I've prepared for myself today were crackers with peanut butter, and cinnamon toast with brown sugar instead of white. I used up my last can of mushrooms and package of gravy last night (and burned my tongue while checking to see if the noodles were ready), and have one more can of clam chowder soup to be eaten within the next two days, then we'll be going grocery shopping on Wednesday instead, since I won't be available on Thursday, and for about half a week after that, I'll more or less be left to fend for myself. Which isn't much different than eating here, but when I'm there, I won't have the liberty of looking through the fridge for things to eat that I didn't pay for. Mind you, I'm probably overthinking this quite a bit, but it's just another one of those oddities regarding me and other people. Not odd in a bad way, but at this point, I'd find staying at somebody else's house in this city a big deal. I used to do it all the time with Josh, just as he used to come over here quite a bit, and what's changed since then? I'm tempted to blame the internet and such, but I don't hang out with online friends anymore than I do people I know in real life, which is to say very rarely, and otherwise only when our paths cross. I would like to explore this further too, alas, I've been having a hard time of this over the past couple nights. My ability to think straight goes completely out the window as soon as I sit down to write anything. I can still write, yes, but making it meaningful and interesting to me is another matter entirely. Oh, and to prove the difference to myself, I can say that because these journal entries are personal. I'm not being paid by other people to write them.

On that thinly-veiled note it's time for bed once again though. If I can get to sleep with this smell of something burning that just started to drift in through my window...