Skulls and Muffins
Pot holes are a common affliction on our roads here in New England, and usually they are simply something to avoid. Oddly enough, as I was walking my dog down my street yesterday, I went past this particular one, and I saw this. It has nothing to do with the food I had to make, it was simply something that struck me.
Another thing that really hit me yesterday was when my friend came over later to tell me that her mother had passed away. She is a close friend, and I've watched her go through a 2-year-long ordeal of dealing with her mother getting weaker and less capable, and ending up in the hospital on a frequent basis. So I decided she and her family needed some muffins to wake up to the next morning. And I had the perfect recipe. These are muffins that I made for the first time last week, and I think they are simply the best blueberry muffins ever (although I would certainly entertain competitors). Buttery, comforting, blueberry bliss. I used a pint of fresh blueberries, and omitted the walnuts. They're a must-try.
Here's the link to the recipe: