The box the clementines came in makes a good bed for my chimpanzee. It is too small for Snugglepuppy.
But I have an idea.
It can also be a table.
I make pretend oatmeal for my friends.
I serve it on their little table. They like it. Then I have another idea. I ask Meema if we can make muffins. She says, of course we can. REAL muffins, I tell her. Hmm, she says. I will help, I say.
So I do. I stirred in the blueberries.
It looks really good but Meema says I must not taste till it's cooked because it could make me sick. It is hard to wait but at last the muffins are cooked. Now I have to wait till they are cooled a little.
Eating them is my favorite part. I am a good cook! (And my favorite part was that we used the same little cooling rack that my grandmother used when I helped her bake stuff seventy-something years ago.)