I'm making Melt-in-Your-Mouth muffins, let's hope you like 'em. Being easy to please is kind of what you've got going for you, when not in therapy for different reasons. Taking the advice of a seasoned psychologist falls short of having actual conversations with a cup-and-a-half of oat bran, interwoven superciliously with backstabbing cups of all-purpose flour, ground flaxseed, and everybody's friend wheat bran.
Mixing in a tablespoon baking powder like a banshee is admired, though flaunting a half teaspoon of salt as if it matters is the driving force in every psychological issue you have, apart from wrongness in general. Just getting out your food processor brings it up, well tell that to a cup of brown sugar who didn't mention it, actually gloated on the fact, it makes me weary.
Two quartered, seeded oranges will make you feel better, about your shortcomings AND your inability to resist drama. Told you a cup of buttermilk, two eggs, a half cup canola and yes, a teaspoon baking soda were ignorant, no insight, ever! Nor personal responsibility for the cup and a half of golden raisins that never made it in there.
Eighteen to twenty minutes invites your modern day oven to plead guilty at 375 degrees.
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