Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins

I have a bad habit of buying fruit and letting it get soft before I an finish it. The first time I made these, I polished off an entire bundle of bananas for the recipe. They're the best muffins I've ever made, from a banana bread recipe that I modified.

Unfortunately, a couple of squirrels chewed into a bag of these when we were on spring break. Tragic.

Monday Mad List

1. Your Cheap Perfume: Not sure why campus smells like someone raided Bath &Body Works today, but my sneeze count was well over 10 after my first class. Honestly, your cheap perfume is a health hazard.


2. Job Search: I continue to put more effort into applying for minimum wage jobs than I did applying to University of Michigan. Sad. Not to mention, where the hell am I supposed to earn experience as a server if all restaurants [even seedy chain restaurants] only want "experienced" staff? Give me a break.


3. Photo Repeats: Why, why, why does taking a group photo necessitate 6 cameras of the same shot? I de-tagged myself from literally 20 pictures that were virtually the same on Facebook this morning.


4. Facebook Taking Over: After I tried to remove myself from a tagged photo, Facebook told me "You do not have permission to do that." Um, what?


5. Closed Courses: I scheduled all but one of my classes that I need in order to graduate on time next year. Of course, the one closed class is only offered in winter semesters. Fabulous!

Barcelona

 

 

Nicole &I in Barcelona, sunrise at the airport in Girona, Spain.

Looking around at the "organized" clutter in my bedroom, I still can't believe that my Roma roommates and I won the "cleanest apartment" award last semester, and use of an apartment in Barcelona for the weekend. Only Nicole, Sasha and I could make the trip, but it was a nice weekend.

Highlights: Picasso museum [+ his collection of erotic Japanese prints...ahha], three hour bike tour around the city, sadly staying in the first night considering we woke up at 4 a.m. and all felt sick, being flashed by a creepy old man, Zara and Desigual, beautiful Spanish people, lost in translation at a tapas bar which resulted in paying for a lot of food we didn't ask for, watching an awesome flamenco show while sipping sangria, churros slathered in chocolate, gazpacho for lunch and paella at a restaurant attached to a market. I was also really excited that the McDonalds at the airport sold fresh orange juice.

We really didn't have a clue where we were going at night, so we definitely need to make a visit again when it's warm enough to lay on the beach. I also should revisit the Spanish language seeing as virtually all the Spanish I once knew from K-12 has since been replaced by Italian.

Sasha on a break at one of the points in our tour. We learned a lot in those few hours, and definitely pedaled our butts off.

This was the most gorgeous park, ever.