It is enjoining me to construct protein-eriffic orange cranberry muffins. (They were out of bread mix.)
The directions are quite simple. Eggs, oil, water, mix (n) - mix (v), pour, bake.
I have a pan. It is not a muffin pan, nor is it a loaf pan, but it is a perfectly adequate pan in which to prepare this item.
I have the ingredients. I have a - no, actually, a choice of Big Mixing Bowls. Unpacked. In the kitchen, even.
There is none of this that I can not do. I have followed successfully far more complex directions with far more dangerous ingredients. I am even hungry, and surprisingly, orange cranberry muffin-bread sounds good.
And yet. The box. Staring at me.
Sigh. Repeat after me: "cooking is not capitulation."
Maybe if I put some shoes on first...