When I sat down to write up this post I fully expected to have another tale of cooking!fail to tell you about. I had after all messed up big time. I expected to have a good laugh, eat some mediocre food and move on with my day. Boy was I wrong. It all started as most kitchen adventures do, in the local food co-op. I had finished up my shopping and had turned down an aisle to make my way to the register when I saw it: the maroon paper bag proclaiming ‘no sugar added’! I looked at my overflowing cart and thought I don’t really need muffin mix. Normally I’d have everything I need to make muffins at home in the cupboard, but I’ve been packed for the move that’s never happening for ages and I’d be lucky if I had any baking soda left let alone muffin mix, so I waivered. I thought it had to have something else in it, something that would make me put the bag back down but it didn’t, so I splurged, and splurged some more on some blueberries. Today, sin...