For those of you who like to bake with the seasons, this post may appear out-of-place. ‘Pumpkin?!’, you say? Either *this guy* is wayy behind or super ahead of the times.
Because it’s finally.Spring.
I concede. This one’s a bit backward. And I’d apologize if it weren’t for the fact that these muffins were just what the doctor ordered today; a dismal, rainy, grey day just begging for comfort and spicy-goodness. And chocolate.
Without question, my top two, first trimester, food aversions were the smell of coffee and the very thought of salmon. Ugh.
It is certainly interesting how a kumquat-sized developing-baby can wreak such havoc on a gal’s routine. But really. My life did an instantaneous 180. All of the things that I had once held dear were either, all of a sudden, off limits or nausea-inducing (or both). For about three weeks, I sustained myself on 4-L bottles of water and toast slathered with butter and topped with aged cheddar cheese. Yup. Not my usual mandate.
Where have I been, you ask?
Wellll, pull up a chair, my dearies, and I will spin you a story.
A story? No, not for realsies. Well, mayybe. Hmm. Ok. What I do know for absolute sure is that: *this guy* has an announcement.
Woof. Cryptic. And epic. But certainly not mould-breaking. (for the record, you should all know that, no matter how many times I try to commit the spelling of the word ‘mould’ to memory, I fail. And then I google: ‘mould vs. mold’. Yes. It was important that you were aware of my mould-spelling mental block before moving forward with this post. I just.can’t.remember..)
Ok, here goes: