I generally bristle at female stereotypes, and being pregnant has made me realize how much pregnant women get the bad rep. Just for the record:
1. I have never sent my husband out for pickles and icecream or any other food in the middle of the night
2. I don't think it's sweet when people tell me I look like I'm "ready to pop" and I don't really like when people who aren't very close friends or family touch my belly.
3. I don't have any weird cravings...wait.
Ok that third one is a lie. I don't really know what the nesting instinct is supposed to feel like, it's probably to early for me to be nesting anyway, but what ever pregnancy hormones that are controlling my brain right now have made me obsessed with baking. Muffins. Lots and lots of them. I made 42 last night, and somehow I feel like I might need to do another batch today. Half of them are sitting in the freezer, but they look so lonely, just one kind of muffin? Seriously who could live with that?
I think it all started when at our childbirth class the first handout our teacher gave us had a healthy snack muffin recipe on the front cover. I made them and I was totally hooked:
1/2 C Dry Milk (non-instant)
3 tsp. Baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. allspice
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. cinnamon
2 1/2 C Whole wheat flour
Add the following to the dry mixture:
1 C honey
1/2 C oil
1 tsp vanilla
1 C applesauce
1 C Grated Carrot
1 C Raisins
Pour into muffin tins (3/4 full)
Bake at 400 degrees for 15-18 minutes or until they spring back when touched.
I would write more but it's been almost 24 hours since I've baked something. That's too long.