Rien n'est simple

Blueberries were ridiculously cheap at the market on Saturday. I stewed one punnet to eat with yogurt. The other I decided to use to make blueberry muffins, which are useful because they freeze so well.
Once, I had an enormous kitchen with room to leave all gadgets on the worktops and lots of big cupboards. Now I don't, so baking goes like this:
Heave trusty Kenwood out of cupboard. It's made of cast iron or similar and weighs a ton.
Get out steps to reach down flour from tins which live on top of fridge.
Use steps again to reach baking powder, vanilla etc.
Wish I were taller.
Go into another room for baking tray and muffin cases.
Get out ingredients and put every single item away just as soon as the substance is in the mixing bowl.
Mix cakes.
Put Kenwood back in cupboard to make room for doling out cake mixture.
Put tray in oven.
Wash up immediately.
Wait thirty five minutes et voilà, as Raymond Blanc would say.



The cloth was a present from ramblingfancy. It's far too pretty to use as a tea towel.