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These Aren’t The Droids You’re Looking For.

Mind over matter. Power of suggestion. The force.

Whatever you want to call it, that's what I've been wrestling with for the past week. Everyone around me is aching and couching and sneezing. The odds are kind of stacked against me here. I'd have to be some sort of guru of meditation with a fistful of mental placebos to resist all that.

I'm not. I'm not made of midi-chlorians. I'm made of squishy flesh and achy bones.

However. If I were a Jedi I wouldn't bother with curbing the common cold or not looking silly when I sneeze. I'd have way more fun. I would wave my hand casually yet deliberately and tell you how much you need this Maple Pecan Streusel Pumpkin Bread. Struck by a sudden delicious idea, you would calmly rise from your seat, gather the ingredients and make yourself one awesome snack. You'd slice off piece by piece savouring the full flavour of pumpkin, the punch of spices and the sweet, buttery crunch of the streusel topping until it was all gone. At which point you would feel the need to bake yourself another and another and another... Do or do not. There is no try.

Hey... Maybe I am a Jedi!



I have a habit. The bad kind. Early in the morning I browse through the magical land of food blogs before I've even eaten breakfast. I would not recommend this. It's like grocery shopping on an empty stomach.

I have to make this.

And that.

Ooohh this looks good.

I could eat a whole vat of that.

A couple minutes in and my stomach starts protesting rather loudly. I don't blame it. All the teasing sugar, butter, fruit and chocolate is enough to drive anyone crazy. If I were a little more insane you might find me frantically licking my lap top screen, urgently seeking out some semblance of flavour besides pixels and dust. Alas I do have that important social skill called composure on my good days. It serves me well.

So when I wandered onto my blog buddy, Kristan's post on Crumb Coffee Cake I knew what my stomach was really trying to say. Yes I can translate those uncertain groans and gurgles. Bake it. Bake it now!

So I did, but if you're wondering if I had it for breakfast that would be a no. Cherry Crumb Coffee Cake for lunch.


The Price of Great Muffins.

So I just burnt my nose. Seems odd right? It get's weirder. I burnt the inside of my nose. I was a little too anxious about inhaling the intoxicating scent of a fresh batch of Lemon Blueberry Streusel Muffins that when I opened the oven to check on them I got a face full of 350 degree air.

That's normal right? They smelled so good I burnt my nose. It was worth it though. So worth it.

I was first intrigued by this recipe when I found that it included lemon. Who doesn't like the combination of lemon and blueberry? No one, that's who. Then I wanted to add cinnamon to the streusel recipe because, let's face it, cinnamon is just awesome. I was worried about how the lemon and cinnamon flavours would mingle. You might be too. Don't let them scare you, they're just muffins. Delicious, delicious muffins. Nothing to fear here except an unhealthy compulsion to eat every last crumb. I double dog dare you.


Apples and Oranges.

There are many things in life that I can do, but I really shouldn't. I can eat a stick of butter, but I shouldn't. I can hold my hand over a burning hot stove element, but I shouldn't. I can avoid doing laundry for a month, but I shouldn't. And as I stood over a fresh batch of these amazingly delicious Apple Yogurt Muffins with Cinnamon Streusel I knew I was capable of eating the entire dozen in one sitting, but I also knew I shouldn't.

The thing that really made me fall in love with these muffins is the combination of apple and orange. I get it, the apple is pomaceous and the orange is citrus, but that doesn't mean they can't make a tasty marriage. You may not be able to compare apples and oranges, but you can darn well eat them! So that's what I did and oh my god was it good.


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