neeroc (neeroc) wrote,

How to make hubby's head explode (today)

Other than the obvious and expected differences between hubby and I, there are subtle ones that continue to surprise me, and once I learn of them, they can provide me with hours of entertainment. We have very different cooking/preparing styles. Hubby measures, I do not. Hubby follows recipes, I do not. I know what the filter should look like in order to brew a pot of coffee, he knows its a 1/4 cup of extra fine grind. I heap a bunch of chocolate mix into my mug, he follows the directions (they call for 3 tablespoons). Even when I am 'following' a recipe, its more of a general guide than the law. Recipes are inspiration for me, I use them as a base and modify them for the ingredients at hand. So what if I start out with a recipe for Chicken Fettucine and end up with Tuna Casserole? Something in the recipe inspired me. I know what cookie batter should feel and look like and will add or omit portions of ingredients as I see fit. This has occassionally meant that I've ended up with 6lbs of icing, but you don't see me complaining!

Anyways, there is a point to this rambling, and it is not that I am a menace in the kitchen. I was at the health food store today and I broke down in the middle of the store. You see, one of the things hubby likes to have around are muffin mix so that he can whip up a few whenever he likes. There I found the perfect muffin mix and recipe:

2-3 cups of mix
1 cup of water
Add fruit if you'd like
Bake 15-20 min at 350-400F

How could I not buy it? It was a recipe written just for me!

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