muffins?

peeling apples is very relaxing.
no jokes.
and mixing spices?
oh, yeah, kids.
and cooking up those apples and spices
with syrup and cider and buttery bits?
oh, man!
neighbors,
i'm serious about baking.
like,
when i'm stewing in my own discontent,
or when i'm sitting in the stormswept saturation of
a rainy nighttime at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
or if i can't think of what to make for dinner......
uh huh.
y'ever have those weird nuts?
oh, c'mon.
you know the ones-
cinnamon, vanilla, and powdered sugar,
shaken over hot, sizzling, buttered pecans?
that's what's up.
they get the caramelized crystals of flavorful coating,
and they taste totally expert.
once you've got 'em all ready,
then you get to plop 'em on top of some sultry batter.
i added those apples into some oatmeal muffins i was whisking up.
yes. i really did.
and then, in place of streusel, i dropped those nuts all over their tops.
yes. i really did.
and then what happened?
oh, you know-
check the new-apple-nut-hottness-type teleport:

do they look good?
i dunno.
do they taste amazing?
obviously.
what am i?
incompetent?
never.
an A*-hole?
probably not.
filled with muffins in my big fat bellyhole?
absolutely.
*
friends,
in the middle of the night,
laying down on the floor,
in the dark, operating only by candlelight,
with a pillow for my head,
and a great friend sprawled across the same expanse?
that's one sure fire way to have a good time.
so many laughs,
so many talks,
so many muffins.
i'm prepared to lay around like that forever.
the dark makes me look a lot nicer,
and somehow sound a lot different,
and the scent of autumny candles goes great with bakery-fresh magic.
and we make magic happen.
i'm grateful for the times i get;
never quiet, never soft.....