I Hate Toasters...

We decided to have waffles for lunch. Bad idea. My brother had his in the toaster. Now, that in itself I don't mind. I had mine in the toaster and everything went great - I got them out just fine. Brother, on the other hand, some how managed to get his lodged underneath the bar the bread rests on. We have waffle stuck in the toaster. It burns every time someone tries to make toast. The smell is stuck to my nose hairs. Yuck!

Continuing with the theme of kitchens (losely associated, I know) I decided to have a baking spree this week. So far I've made chocolate mouses and...well that its. On the agenda today were banana muffins and apple and oat muffins, but I couldn't find the muffin tins and then the waffle fiasco happened. Now I'm holed up in my room not taking to the Brother (our amonisity today runs deeper than just the toaster incident. It's more to do with...well, maybe I'll safe that for another post). Maybe I'll bake later. Then again, maybe I'll just stay up here and wallow in videos off youtube.

Question though - if the cookbook says "sugar" what type of sugar does it mean? Cause those days when you could walk into the corner shop and ask for a bag of sugar are long gone. Now we have granulated, caster, light brown, dark brown, Demerara, muscavado...Eeep! Help.