This morning I thought I'd break from our traditional "Muffin Monday" breakfast and make up a big pan of Baked Oatmeal. In the mixing process, I noticed that our Baking Powder tub was almost empty. While Meg was chattering away, I went into the pantry to grab a new bag.
As she explained her latest project, I opened the 1 pound bag...right into the bowl of Baked Oatmeal goo. I looked up at her, horrified, and explained my mistake. She showed her support of me by bursting into laughter.
I scooped out as much as I could since it was already starting to bubble and foam. I should have tossed the rest and started over. But being the frugal gal I am, I decided that a little too much baking powder would just make our breakfast lighter and fluffier.
It did bubble over the pan a little in the baking, but otherwise looked great. Then came that sit-com moment when everyone took a bite and got an "I just ate a dill pickle" face. Rather tangy. And the milk turned into a foamy, ooblik-like goo.
My sweet children choked down their bowls and, surprisingly, no one went for seconds. The chickens got the rest and they were thoughtful enough not cluck their complaints.
We'll be having an early lunch!