Multiple copies of the LA Times were strewn across our apartment floors for a couple of weeks. Perhaps it’s not in good taste to explain why in a food post. At any rate, the food section has provided some inspiration for baking the last few weeks. I’ve not had an upside-down cake for ages; not since childhood days of being allowed to make pineapple upside-down cake unsupervised. So it was with great glee that I made a lemon upside-down cake a few weekends ago for my BBQ. It allowed me to get all sorts of things going on the grill and make a cake at the same time. Recipes should always be this easy. Unfortunately, no photos were taken. A usual. You must think I fake these posts… I was going to link to the LA Times recipe, but found it’s a pay-per-view article. Well, sod that. I’m not going to reproduce it here, because I’ve no doubt there’s some copyright law on that. So, there goes my stupid plan of using this blog as my recipe archive.

To make up for a lazy Sunday of frozen waffles and blueberries, I got up early to make muffins on Wednesday. (If it was a lazy Sunday, does that make this a working Wednesday?) The recipe, again, was courtesy of the LA Times, so no link. It called for Meyer lemons, but we’re swimming in mandarins at the moment, so mandarins it was. I like recipes that don’t faff about too much during the prep stage. This one required the citrus to be roughly chopped, then food-processed, which wasn’t overly complicated for early morning. The rest of the muffin recipe was the usual simple stir-wet-into-dry-but-not-too-much. I don’t think I’ll use this recipe again. It called for 1/2 cup of butter, which, compared to that epicurious recipe from before, is 1/2 a cup of butter too much. (Maybe the banana in the previous recipe added enough moisture and good fat to hold the whole thing together.) But I like the idea of using my spare citrus in this manner. Perhaps I could bastardise the two recipes and come up with something edible, yet P-heart-friendly. More experimentation beckons.

Cross posted on akatsukieats.

Best not ask what time I woke up today. I don’t even know that. Been living without a clock since moving in. And my last functional watch died last summer. And my mobile phone has done a strange disappearing act every weekend ever since I was phoned on the morning of my last birthday (a Sunday that time) about the location of a chemical in my lab.

Sundays have never been good days for me. I feel as if I should be doing a million and one things, but my body refuses to budge out of the nest I’ve made in my bed. On rare occasions, I get up early enough to have what is commonly known as breakfast. Sometimes I even bake something for brekkie.

Not today. Courtesy of some clever forward planning by P, we had store-bought blueberry waffles with frozen blueberries on the side. They weren’t “leggo of my eggo”, but close. There’s something about plastic, pre-fabricated waffles that appeal to me, along with equally hydrocarbon-chain-polymer-like hash browns. I prefer the “real thing”, but on some occasions, when one has woken up far closer to lunchtime than decent folk should, plastic tastes just fine.

Cross posted on akatsukieats.