“I don’t suppose there are any cinnamon rolls left?”
“No,” I said.
“Walnut sticky bun?” said Paulie. “Blueberry muffin, pumpkin muffin, orange, carrot and oat muffin, pear gingerbread, honeycake?”
“One of each,” said Pat, and disappeared.
After several late-September heat waves we had the first crisp fall day of the year. And you know what tumbling leaves and warm sweaters mean? Muffin season!
It’s been…a while…since I last posted, but I’m still here. I’m fifteen versions of Killer Zebras in and the end is in sight. But an almost-perfect Killer Zebra is a year round goody; it didn’t seem like a festive enough way to mark the occasion. So I took a break from endless recipe testing and baking chemistry and threw the warm spices of fall into muffin cups. Because muffins are delicious and forgiving. Because nutmeg and cloves and cinnamon are sharp and warm, but pumpkin has a mellowness that wraps around all those flavors like a silky scarf. Because it’s muffin season. Continue reading Pumpkin Muffins