I spent part of the afternoon in front of my bedroom window, staring at the snow. There’s a storm here, a full on white-wash. Down and down it came; powdery slashes in the sky that covered all spaces. I spent the morning cursing at it, but it’s beauty slowly won me over. It was all so wonderful, so silent and still. I found myself wishing it could cloak…
It’s muffins again. I know, I know, I’ve been obsessive. But, they’ve sort of become my go-to snack (no white sugar! or flour!) and I’ve been experimenting with new flavor combinations as friends line up for hand outs. Also, I’ve been having lots of trouble with my original adaption – the more things I add to the base, the more these pretties seem to sink. After much tweaking…
I’m guest posting today over at My Darling Lemon Thyme! I have some banana coffee oat muffins for you (gluten-free!).…
It’s Monday, and it’s these muffins, again. But just a bit different. {I can’t help it, they are so terribly good, and this is my most favorite combination yet.} I whipped these up one day last week on the fly; a dear friend was stopping by, and she needed a treat without gluten. There was a blood orange in my fridge, and a bar of chocolate in…
I think I might be breaking some blog rules. These muffins are very similar to the ones I just posted, and I’m posting about muffins twice this week. Also, I have nothing witty to say about them, except that I find these muffins amazingly wonderful – no dairy, white flour, or sugar, but yet still incredibly tasty. It’s the treat I want to start this New Year with.…
When we moved into our house the kitchen we acquired was painted a light beige, but I was way into green [everything was green!] and so I slapped asparagus paint on the walls, loving the shock of color every time I walked into the room. I had come from years of dorm rooms and apartments that were entirely white, and I lamented at the lack of color in…
a happy birthday this evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride the day down into night, to sit alone, and smooth the unreadable page with the pale gray ghost of my hand. -Ted Kooser …
