Muffins with The Moose
[Should anyone be wondering why the posting has been so thin as of late, read the following as a typical day and wonder no more.]
“Let’s make blueberry muffins, Grammy!”
“Blueberry muffins?”
“Yes, blueberry muffins. Please, please please!?”
Now The Moose is an avid chef. He has just turned four; I expect by the time he is five he will have all the necessary credentials to apply to the Cordon Bleu school in Paris. However, we are in day four of a heat wave. Baking is not what I do in a heat wave. The house does not have a/c. But it was The Moose asking. And he asked so nicely. (more…)