The Departed

After combing through the cooks.com, Cook's Illustrated, and other assorted websites, I found a recipe for blueberry lemon bread, that, among its many ingredients, called for a full cup of sugar, which, for a loaf of a bread, I figured was the perfect amount. Today, after I was done with classes for the day, I thought I would get my final food project done, instead of Wednesday night/morning around 2. Before I go into the details, I feel the need to make a caveat-whenever I cook/bake something, I never, ever stray from the recipe. I hold onto that sheet of printer paper like it shows the date of the Second Coming, Saturday's winning lotto numbers, including powerball, and the answers to my Roman Civ final. That being said, on this specific occasion, I, uh, departed from the recipe. Normally, I'd forget something like salt, which is insignificant and doesn't make a heck of lot of difference to the finished product. Not this time; I forgot the milk-two cups' worth. If the recipe called for a little water and perhaps some cream or half-and-half, I wouldn't have been quite so worried, but, unfortunately, the only thing that resembled a liquid in this mixture was the two eggs I thankfully remembered. About 20 minutes after I put this mixture (I hesitate to call it 'batter') in the oven, I, with a string of colorful words, recalled that the two cups of whole milk never made it into the mixture. After debating whether to attempt some kind of last minute salvage, I decided to let it cook, and if it came out a little dry, I'd serve it with some ice-cream-which, in my book, could make shoe leather taste good. Thankfully, the bread tasted fine, probably thanks to the copious amounts butter and sugar that went in that KitchenAid.