I made Not Quite The Worst Blueberry Muffins In The World this morning. The texture is good and I nailed the amount of sour cream to hit the level of tartness I wanted in the batter but I should have used wild blueberries for better flavor and maybe more baking powder for a better rise. They look sad and lifeless on the plate.

I also learned this morning that an artist whose work I’ve admired for years passed away in September so I’m feeling a little sad about that. I’ll probably pull out my small collection of her work this morning with a cup of tea and be nostalgic about her largely unknown influence on people like Lucas, Spielberg, and the many artists who followed her in the comics industry.