That was a Mistake
Nov. 18th, 2008 08:39 amA grocery store very near my office sells boxes of four muffins baked in-house for $4. I usually pick up a box on a Monday or Tuesday to have something to snack on during the week.
Yesterday, in a fit of impulsiveness, I went for a mixed box: one each of blueberry, pumpkin, chocolate chip and bran muffins. I'm not generally a fan of bran muffins. When I was a kid living at home with the family, I baked frequently and Mom always asked me to make bran muffins, her favourite. By contrast, I always thought bran was just horsefeed with aspirations: tasteless fibre with nothing to recommend it except regularity. But since it's been a couple of decades since I had a bran muffin and I was in a carefree and reckless state of mind, I thought I'd give it a go, just in case my youthful self so long ago was in error.
Nope, I was right even then: bran is still just horsefeed with aspirations. Were it not for the few raisins baked in, there would have been no flavour at all.
Watch out! Who knows what wild & wacky impulsive things I might do next!
Yesterday, in a fit of impulsiveness, I went for a mixed box: one each of blueberry, pumpkin, chocolate chip and bran muffins. I'm not generally a fan of bran muffins. When I was a kid living at home with the family, I baked frequently and Mom always asked me to make bran muffins, her favourite. By contrast, I always thought bran was just horsefeed with aspirations: tasteless fibre with nothing to recommend it except regularity. But since it's been a couple of decades since I had a bran muffin and I was in a carefree and reckless state of mind, I thought I'd give it a go, just in case my youthful self so long ago was in error.
Nope, I was right even then: bran is still just horsefeed with aspirations. Were it not for the few raisins baked in, there would have been no flavour at all.
Watch out! Who knows what wild & wacky impulsive things I might do next!