I have been decidedly miserable today with sinus headaches, arthritic back attacks, little sleep, and lots of political proddings from friends who are just sure that I have everything wrong about politics. But I did do one thing right.
Yes, that’s the ticket! Cranberry orange muffins, baked by little old me, the Muffin Man.
Here’s what was left after breakfast of a dozen muffins fresh from the oven. And this was just Henry, me, and the Princess eating them for breakfast. (I wonder who got two?)
They were extremely good. And as I write this, none are left for tomorrow’s breakfast.
Oh well, another morning, another muffin mix. Tomorrow… double chocolate.
Catch a Falling Star 