It's muffin-time.

I wonder if saying "it's hammer time" is still funny. Anyway: this post is not about irony, but rather about muffins, or rather the preponderance thereof (fresh from the oven, mind you).

Pretty much the only reason I like cooking is that – in direct contrast to most of the time, when messiness is unacceptable and "gross" – when cooking being messy is actually a good thing. I mean, things are going to get messy anyway, so I just go crazy: I blend without a lid, I add a pinch here and there, any spice I can get my hands on makes it into the bowl and my fingers are in everything, fuck spoons.

It's like being a kid and squishing your toes through gooey and delicious mud getting yourself as covered as possible in the stuff because it's dirty, and just shining in your own disgusting glory.

So I don't cook because it's healthy or cheap, because I have the skills or even because I need to relax (though all of those are true). I do it to get grossly, disgustingly dirty (and then, of course, clean myself and the kitchen up). I don't think there's a better feeling anywhere in the entire world.

Rocking (yes, I'm bringing this back): "Moving Pictures, Silent Films" -- Great Lake Swimmers. Check it on my Radio 3 playlist! Then, make your own and send it to me!