Imported Facebook Note

Midnight Baking

I just ate a carrot sunflower muffin. This one wasn't from Tuff Beans, though... I baked it earlier this evening (c. 10PM). And now in the oven is one dozen orange apricot pecan crumble top muffin. I looked at three different recipes and decided that I didn't like any of them individually, so I put them all together. I think Jorge is right. I am complètement déchaînée. It's one thing to bake at midnight, it's another to bake two different dozens of muffins for breakfast... and to do so by combining five recipes...

And who is going to eat all of this? There are only five guests for tomorrow's breakfast... and there are still three kinds of cookies and what's left of two different loaves on the kitchen counter. Two dozen muffins? For five people? Why?

I wouldn't admit to any actual connection... but I did run into Giwthamo this morning... and he was eating a muffin. Perhaps I really am that easily unhinged? Actually... I didn't just run into him while he was eating a muffin... I ran into him immediately after he had purchased the muffin... and so during our conversation, actually watched him consume the entire muffin... from a tentative beginning to the crumbly end. Perhaps seeing the muffin being consumed triggered some sort of instinctual response... and this insane baking is akin to something like a domestic rain dance?

Or maybe it was Leon Rooke's "Muffin" that did it... (if you can manage to track down a copy, I highly recommend it... it's about Muffins and Heidegger... what could possibly be better?)... but I haven't read it in over a month... and the last time I read it, I didn't go bake muffins...

The Orange Apricot Pecan Crumble Top Muffins are now ready... guess it's time to set the table and go to bed and think about just what is going on here...