You know you have good friends when they send a quick text and then leave a bag of fresh rhubarb on your doorstep. Kathy recently did just that. When I got home, there sat a brown paper bag full of rhubarb. Continue reading
My kitchen smelled lovely; cinnamon and brown sugar and … yeast. I used to do a lot of baking and my kind man mentioned the other day my current baking dearth, after having been totally spoiled with baked goods over the Holidays.
Honestly, I don’t bake nearly like I used to; it’s the two of us and quite frankly, we don’t need to eat dozens of cookies and cakes and pies. If it’s here, it gets eaten. Is that bad?
Hubby and I had a rare pleasure… it was raining. You might think, ugh; I sorta do too, as I’m ready for warm sunshine. The cool thing was we didn’t have to go to work and could stay in our jammies all day if we wanted.
With a rainy day mix playing on Spotify, I decided that in honor of the type of day, we should forgo our usual smoothie routine for muffins hot out-of-the-oven with extra cups of coffee. I “Pin” recipes for just such an occasion. I grabbed my phone, scrolled through my “breakfast on saturday” board and picked Vanilla Pear Muffins. Don’t they sound heavenly delicious?
I glanced (emphasis on the word glanced; not a good idea when you are baking) at the ingredients, being was pretty sure I still had one stray pear in the refrigerator drawer and butter, eggs, flour, sugar are constants.