the batter's in the oven and the smell cozies the house. perfect since the night's pretty chilly. california chilly of course, so its not piss-frozen-from-the-source cold. but cold enough that the thought of fresh warm muffins feels like hanging by a fire.
i guess comfort like this must lead to delirium. because i cannot stop thinking of criminal law while i was baking. funny how they both work out the same, crime and muffins. you have to have this element and that, blah blah blah, when combined, tadaaaah! you just committed a crime. take away any one bit, there is no conviction. the flour, the sugar, the oats, eggs, butter and what not, you got muffins! take away, say, baking soda, its not muffins. its crappy ant food with no conviction. :) add nuts? its aggravated assault!
banana? qualifies a simple muffin to qualified seduction!
the timer just rang...the penalty phase should be good....
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