I can’t believe I made these cupcakes this morning. I also can’t believe I’m calling them cupcakes because they are clearly muffins with peanut butter on top.
Part of me can’t believe I made these muffins because I forgot what it feels like to have time to do anything other than walk from bed to car (slamming a coffee on the way) first thing in the morning. But mostly I can’t believe I made these muffins this morning because yesterday Mitch and I cleaned the living shit out of our apartment and I declared the kitchen an official No Bake Zone for the remaining two-month duration of our lease.
That didn’t last long.
The thing about my apartment is… I hate it.
When it comes time for me to look for a new apartment (and that time would be now), I have this terrible habit of declaring a love for quaint little places with character. What this looks like in my mind is never at all how it turns out and I end up in a roach-infested hell hole whose gorgeous wood floors do not make up for the lack of dishwasher, decent bathroom or hot water that lasts more than 10 minutes. Live and learn.
As such, I never stay anywhere more than a year and end up going through a cycle of new place, old place, new place, old place. I hate moving.
It’s just that I think I want an old quirky place but then I live in it and loathe every second of it so I move into a brand new place when the lease is up. I think I like it at first but then I decide that it’s too sterile and cookie cutter so I go back to an old place. And the vicious cycle continues…
I don’t even care. I’m once again on the hunt for a brand new, stark white apartment with wood floors, an updated kitchen and, for the love of sweet baby Jesus, a washer and dryer.
When I find this place I will bake to my little heart’s content. Probably things like this:
This is Katie’s single lady cupcake (tweaked to include: raisins, walnuts and cinnamon) topped with PB banana “frosting.”
I always double Katie’s recipe for two cakes (because 110 calories won’t get me very far) for breakfast. For the frosting I just mash up half a banana with two tablespoons of nut butter.
I’m off to find a job to pay for this magical apartment I seek.
Here are the non-negotiables (that will probably be negotiable when I run out of my tax refund and remember I’m poor):
- Wood floors (to combat cat hair)
- Washer/dryer (for a constant flow of sweaty yoga clothes)
- Dishwasher (because I am never washing another dish again)
- Garbage disposal (or a lifetime supply of Draino)
- Patio/Balcony (for feeding stray cats)
- Massive bathroom (with counter space and a door on the shower)
- 2 bed, 2 bath (so I can get away from the cats)
- Walkable/Runnable/Bikeable neighborhood near bars (to avoid drunk driving)
- Pool (now I’m just getting greedy…)