And I know that it will be a mess. Huge.
So I don’t wonder about myself anymore.
In panic situations I either make completely inappropriate choices or start crying.
The crying part needs no explanation.
But here’s an example of an irrational decision made in a panic situation:
When I was probably about 12-ish we lived in Houston. It was summer and a hurricane was coming through…rain pounding and the wind gusting.
I was home alone with my younger brother and we had the back door open with just the screen door closed.
I panicked because rain was coming through the screen and getting the ground wet.
Instead of doing what any person with normal brain function would do…close the house door…I made the decision to set an umbrella in front of the screen to block the rain.
My mom came home to see the back door open, umbrella on the ground in front, rain pouring in, me crouching in the corner thinking about how I was going to fashion a raft out of the coffee table…
She was like, “What is going on?”
Suddenly I had a moment of clarity. Close the door. Duh.
Of course I made up some giant lie on how the wind was blowing so hard I couldn’t get the door closed, hello Wizard of Oz, which she completely didn’t believe…
But yeah. That was my first memory of not handling a panic situation appropriately.
Since then I have had many others.
BUT, here’s the thing…Apparently I married a man who also responds poorly when panicking.
This past weekend I was making THIS pound cake.
I had to leave the house before it was done, so I asked my husband if, when the timer went off, if he could test the cake and pull it out when it was done.
I thought so.
Well, when I arrived at my destination (the movies) I noticed there was a message waiting for me on my phone.
I listened to the message and it was a completely irrational, crazy version of my husband yelling into the voice-mail that he had NO IDEA where the TOOTHPICKS are and he CAN’T TEST THE CAKE! CALL BACK IMMEDIATELY!!!!!
I called back.
Here’s what happened…
No, he didn’t use a knife, a skewer or anything else pointy…
He couldn’t find the toothpicks, was scared that I might kill him if he burned/undercooked the cake, so went out back found a twig and WHITTLED HIS OWN TOOTHPICK!
Did you hear me?
WHITTLED HIS OWN TOOTHPICK!
That really happened.
So, moral of the story…
If there is ever a hurricane or a cake that needs to be baked, do NOT come to our house.
Now onto delicious breakfast food.
These muffins have a yummy topping.
Make that first and set it aside.
They also have a filling.
It’s made up of butter, cinnamon, brown sugar and water.
Make that next…
Set THAT aside too.
Then make the batter.
Put a little batter in the bottom of your liners and then plop some of the filling on top.
I bought these Wilton liners a few years ago, but here’s a similar version.
Finish with more batter and the topping…
Bake them up and eat.
You can make a glaze if you want.
Who wouldn’t want?
Make them, you won’t be sorry!
Again, here’s a link to a similar baking cup, if you’re interested.