I came home from doing homework after a full day of work and figured I should make cornbread. The main reason for this decision is that I had milk that was at its due date and I didn't want to throw it out. I'm really struggling to use everything I buy with less waste, but as a single person who is reluctant to entertain during stressful periods I find it difficult to consume everything. Which is why my freezer has frozen bananas and almost too hard corn from the cob and frozen yogurt that was once not frozen. I just ate a $3 persimmon I accidentally bought (who rationally buys a $3 persimmon?) and then let go softish. It was better after a day of peeled chilling.
And baking makes me feel better when I've had a rough day. Not that I did necessarily; it was just long. It's like a long day that will last until the end of November when the last of my assignments is handed in.
Anyway, while soaking the cornmeal in the milk, I decided I might as well bake some cookies as well, since baking calms me down and takes my mind off of residual stresses from the day and the oven was already on. I measured everything as close to accurate as I could muster without feeling obssessive-compulsive and put the cornbread mixture into muffin tins. Unfortunately, this particular recipe does not match the size of my muffin tins and I always have another two muffin's worth of mixture. This annoys me the slightest bit, but I can't see putting the tin back in for two muffins, so I have been trying different ways of baking the last bit. Today I put foil in a loaf pan to fit about half of it and dumped the mixture in. It's fine, but doesn't look pretty.
The cookies are supposed to be chocolate chip cookies, but I thought I would just throw in a bunch of baking-related accessories, like Skor bits and peanut butter chips to go with the Chipits and some walnuts. Normally this recipe makes less than 2 dozen cookies, but I'm on my third sheet of them because there's so much crap in them. Good crap, mind you, but still.
On my return home this evening I also found a parcel slip from Canada Post. I can't believe those socks arrived so quickly, and I can't imagine anything else that would be sent to me. I will never question CP again if my postal code mix-up had no effect on the shipping of said-socks. If only I didn't have another 12 hour day tomorrow I could pick up the parcel and revel in camouflage tabi socks and neapolitan-striped knee socks. Perhaps I can make it happen on Thursday after work and cake-eating.
Today I sent an email to my co-workers announcing the Christmas potluck lunch we have annually and managed to incorporate pythonate into it. I'm not sure why I've suddenly become a key planner on my floor, but I wish I weren't this week or next. My brain is elsewhere right now.
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