Medium Delirium

Not hard to imagine the brainstorming session that went into the naming of this clinic.

The baby has started solids, which was exciting for approximately 2 hours until we realised that the shock to her gut meant waking almost every hour through the night from discomfort. The poor thing – seems a little early to learn that sometimes what you love can do you dirty.

Anyway, there’s only so much banana and avocado that a very small person can manage, which means I found myself with about 3/4 of an avocado and some bananas on the speed train to rot-terdam. Yesterday I decided to dust off my baking tools and spin the leftovers into avocado banana muffins – a great idea, in theory. As I tossed the ingredients together I felt very healthy and winsome and motherly and resourceful, even (perhaps especially so) while spooning vomit-coloured batter into a muffin tin. Only a sprinkle of sugar, no butter, all the good stuff – yes yes, in this household we shall eat clean, and antioxidants shall course through our bodies while we are busy living to a hundred, and our gut health shall be the envy of many. Health, wealth, hwealth – all ours to enjoy.

Perhaps the beginning of the fall was that 6:30am, pre-caffeinated me had spooned not baking powder, but baking soda into the mix. I realised this about 5 minutes after chucking them in the oven. Somehow or rather, they still managed to rise beautifully. Encouraged by their formal perfection I eagerly tucked into one while it was still warm. It tasted green. Not inedible, but definitely questionable enough to get a good grimace out of me. If I were to tackle these again, I would add 5x the amount of sugar, sub the avocado with butter, and basically make a whole different recipe.

Well, at least they looked good on Instagram. Not all that glitters is gold, friends. ✨