(not for su-lin, who is bound to find this painful)

if you monkey around in the kitchen with random lefovers, you could make cake batter by stirring sugar and flour into yoghurt, then introducing coffee to the mixture, then dropping lumps of chopped butter in, and pouring this mixture into muffin cups and sticking all into the oven to bake. and if you should change your mind halfway while they are baking and decide raspberry jam was exactly what you wanted to, you could open the oven, dropped dollops of jam onto the top of these muffins, and watch the jam being swallowed up as the quicksand of batter closes over it. if you watch some more, the jam starts to boil and slowly emerges from the top of the muffin, like lave out of a volcano, and runs down the slopes of muffin in a lovely gooey rivulets. and everything else is spongey and crusty and sweet and buttery you know i think i want to take geography again.