Happy Blueberry Muffin Day! First there was the storm, and then there were blueberry muffins! Have a muffin, and I will tell you all about it.
Around 8 a.m., the sky darkened and the wind began to blow; lightning cracked and thunder roared. I love a good storm, but since trees surround our house and the wind seemed to be blowing our direction, I was worried. I went to Cole’s room to wake him up. I was worried about the windows that span an entire wall of his room, and the trees on the other side of the glass. He mumbled and turned over after calling me Rascal and telling me to “Shhhh!”
Fine! Just fine, I thought. If he ended up in Kansas surrounded by singing munchkins, thinking, “I should have listened to my mom – I hate musicals,” it was not my fault. Next, I heard a loud crash and the sound of shattered glass. I ran to the front of the house and saw that a tree branch had fallen onto my neighbor’s car and smashed the windshield. The branch blocked off the street and had damaged the lamp post wires.
Further down the street, another tree fell on another neighbor’s house, leaving him with an unplanned sky light in his living room. No one was hurt, but many of the surrounding neighborhoods suffered power outages.
While visiting with a neighbor and discussing the storm’s damage, she mentioned that she hates trees. Who hates trees? My neighbor then said, looking at all the large trees surrounding our property, “Katybeth, you wouldn’t want a tree to fall on your house.” Really? Why do people always worry about what could have happened to them, after it doesn’t? When my neighbor walked away, I thanked my trees for staying strong, patted their trunks, and looked up to see two very pretty cardinals weaving in and out of the branches. A good sign, don’t you think?
Now, about the blueberry muffins… I made them from scratch. I used the awesome-est blueberry muffin recipe, and they turned out great. Normally, I would never use a recipe that included directions that read: 3 cups minus 2 tablespoons of flour. Oh wait. . .
Right after I typed the sentence, “3 cups minus 2 tablespoons of flour,” I had an AHA! Now I know why the muffins were not as “cakey” as I had imagined they would be: I put in 2 cups minus 2 tablespoons of flour. Well, Cole still ate three muffins, and I had two, so I think we did a fine job of celebrating Blueberry Muffin Day and of completing day 6 of our goal to eat the Food of the Day, every day for one year.
Tuesday is Pecan Pie Day. Does anyone have a tried-and-true recipe that they would trust me to make, or should we just go to Bakers Square?