Blueberry muffins and a moral

My housemate Izzy is off to America to study at Reed college for a year. I will miss our chats about food/uni/people, her gingerbread men, her sense of humour, the duffel. To say goodbye I baked her blueberry muffins. The baking operation was not entirely successful. When our oven isn't fierce it is FEROCIOUS. If it made a noise it would probably roar.

The story goes a bit like this...

Sometimes things will go right. You will smile.

You will be proud. You will be pleased with yourself. You will make and do things and want to share these experiences with people.

Sometimes things will go wrong. You will feel like a plonker. You might forget how great things were going less than 20 minutes ago. You may suffer from feelings of mild despair.

But wait! Just as they say every cloud has a silver lining, under every burnt muffin top there is... some salvageable muffin! Really, its fine, it tastes good! So what if the topless muffins are feeling exposed next to their golden-crusted counterparts?

Yes. Scraping of the burnt bits is an essential life skill. Go, go! Make the most of every opportunity.