I stopped by Magic Mill on the way home last night (well, I was driving the round-about way) and picked up small quantities of various magic substances. Then I came home and made muffins under the guise of watching Finding Neverland. The muffins included the following:
Whole wheat pastry flour (I use this in most things I bake)
Oat Bran
Rolled Barley
coconut
almonds
sunflower seeds
2 bananas
dried nectarines
carob chips
Since my “insert any ingredient here” muffin recipe has disappeared, I opened one of the last remaining books on my bookshelf (most are in boxes), flipped to a random muffin recipe, and scanned it for some measurements.
I would like to call these muffins “Internecine Muffins” because the word nectarine reminds me of the word internecine (the words have nothing to do with each other), but since I tend not to make the same batch of anything twice, it probably doesn’t matter whether I name them or not.
I caught the end of Finding Neverland while the muffins were cooling– theme of what “family” means was in there– I guess this jumped out at me because it has been a very prominent thought/observation for me the past few years. If a place feels like home, maybe it is because of the people in it.