I’m kind of obsessed with muffins lately.
I just keep opening my cupboards on Saturday mornings to see what I can stuff into a muffin so that I may eat many muffins.
They’re like healthy versions of cakes for breakfast! At least the “healthy” part is what I tell myself while I’m halfway through my second muffin in 5 minutes…
Store bought muffins always look twice the size of homemade muffins, with ballooning tops of crusty goodness. Why is that?
I figured out the deep dark secret they’re not telling you.
How does one get muffins twice the size?
Use twice the batter.
No really, I’m serious.
Little tiny almond tea cakes make me feel fancy, as though they require delicate tea pairings, ones which must only be consumed with pinky fingers extended outwards in a simple “I am fancy” salute.
Especially when they have fancy french names.
Faaaaahncyy financiiiieeeers… /fancyvoice
Since getting married, Trevor and I have come to learn that marriage doesn’t mean the end of the peculiar dance that is a first date.
When you get married, you date other couples.
And apparently you also watch a lot of Game of Thrones and eat a lot of biscuits. But more on that in a minute.
I love bananas foster. The rich, dark, slightly bitter caramel around gooey sweet bananas.
Over ice cream, it’s perfect.
Over oatmeal, it’s breakfast.
The clouds are low today in Seattle. So low that I saw the top of one of them on the way to work.
Have you ever been just outside of an extremely foggy area and driven directly into it in such a way that you swear you could feel the transition despite all your car windows being closed? It’s rather surreal, and makes the world feel unmistakably autumn.
Days like these need soft blankets, warm puppy snuggles and hot breakfasts.
Your basic oatmeal is a standard for many people “on the go” who want a hot breakfast that’s doesn’t take much time. I don’t hate oatmeal, but we’ve never been best friends. Something about the texture and how goopy it is. Baked oatmeal, however, sounded like something I could get to know.