Blueberry Muffins and Speedy Chickens

For the germaphobes: I like to buy my fruit from one of these local fruit and vegetable stands/kiosks. They have an awesome selection and the fruit and vegetables are always very fresh. But for those of you who like to buy those pre-packaged fruit salad things, watch out. Everytime I go in there, the lady is cutting up all this fruit and making those things. Her hands and apron are always filthy, as though she had just been out in the field picking the potatos herself (do you pick or pull potatos?). Not only that, she then rings people up, handling all the change and unwashed vegetables and then goes right back to her cutting board. Eeewww. My advice: Buy a couple of pieces of fruit, go home and wash them, chop them up, and voila! ...a fresh, fruit salad - fresh being the important ingredient here.

And speaking of fruit, I love the little blueberries in the baskets. They are sweet and perfect for my baby to practice her pincer grip with. Very cute.

And on that note, I will impart a Mama Jens recipe on you.

Real, American, Freakin' Blueberry Muffins:
1 and 1/3 cup flour (can also substitue whole wheat or spelt flour - very nice)
1/3 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 beaten egg
3/4 cup milk
1/4 cup cooking oil
Blueberries (you can also substitute chocolate chips, bananas, shredded carrots and raisins, etc. here)

Mix wet and dry ingredients separately. Pour into muffin cups or well-greased muffin pan. Bake at 350 degrees F or 180 degrees C for about 20 minutes or until golden brown.

About the measurements - I have no idea about the grams, milliliters...just use a regular coffee cup to measure. It all turns out basically the same.

I just pulled an insect out of my baby's mouth. It was one of those bugs that is a cross between a mosquito and a dragon fly. As I am not nature mama, I have no idea what it was. All I know that it was dead and dusty in some corner and now it is soggy and in pieces in the trash. Yuck.
Bad blogging mama, pay attention for God's sake.

So this morning, it took me approximately 55 minutes to do all my errands. It went something like this: Conny's container to buy a small suitcase and a picture frame, then home to drop off the big suitcase that was so ridiulously draped over the stroller. Then paper store to get some envelopes and drugstore to get diapers, then home to drop off bulky items. Then fruit stand and porno bakery, then home to drop off again. Then grocery store and home. The whole time, there is this old guy standing next to the entrance of our flat, under someone's balcony for rain protection. He was watching me, going in and out, in and out with my stroller, umbrella, suitcase, bags, etc. I felt like a speedy chicken mama. As a matter of fact, I kind of look like a speedy chicken mama, or someone on speed at least.

And speaking of speed, what is with the out-in-the-open freakin' drug dealing ring in Prenzlauer Berg????? These guys loiter in the same places - positioned throughout the district - day in and day out. The "franchise" closest to me has been there for about two years now. He is really weird. I've seen him in various drug deals and he does strange things like leave stuff on peoples' car tires and in bushes and such. They're so obvious, I'm surprized they haven't been busted yet.

Have a nice weekend.