panettone muffins, yeah!

Say you just moved six hours away from your old roost to a new one (with so much light! off the lake! and a weird creature that swims in it that we have yet to identify!). Say you’d recently gone a few days without shaving your legs or painting your nails (this is real talk. Let’s go with it). Say you’ve eaten way too many Thanksgiving leftovers and mini chocolates with almonds and toffee in them that your mom-in-law gifted you that you love but also curse while you run on the treadmill (read: Motivation) (also read: I ran. On a treadmill. #bignews). Say you feel like you just rolled yourself out of bed after a long winter’s vacation snooze and suddenly realized it’s Christmas in less than a month and you’ve got a looooooot of shopping to do. Say you’re kind of freaking out.

I know how you feel. And the remedy is muffins. And mayhaps a good ol’ nail-painting sesh.

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powdermilk biscuits.

Here’s something I know well about myself: I’m a planner. I’m a big planner. I plan my days in lists and get way too excited when I can cross off a task. I plan my months well in advance — my editorial calendar, when am I going to see the bestie, when are we going to need another bag of coffee because Lord knows I cannot go a single morning without my coffee and you really don’t want to see me without my MORNING COFFEE. Heck, I already know what I’m doing in five years. I’m going to be living on a farm in a house that looks just. like. this. with three beautiful, perfectly groomed and Gap-wearing, well-behaved children and fresh bread on the counter every morning with birds singing outside the window while I water our expansive garden and then plan our annual trip to Europe, mua-ha-ha (That’s my fahncy laugh. Not to be confused with my Dracula laugh).

Or, you know, something sort of like that.

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crumbly, delicious, get-in-my-belly muffin.

For those days when we can’t give our best. For those days when we’d rather wear the sweatpants and sweatshirt instead of the skirt and heels. For those days when eight hours of “Downton Abbey” sounds so much better than eight hours of being social. For those days when making a sandwich is about all the exercise we can do for the day. For those days when we’d rather curl up on the couch and rest easy, and let tomorrow be the day when we go get ’em again.

These muffins are for those days (and, really, any other day you want to eat something delicious).

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giant pancake.

I know what you’re thinking.

It’s not quite fall yet! This is a travesty! We should be celebrating every last ounce of summer we can before the leaves change color and we have to wear sweater socks with traction* again!

Well, I hear you, but… apples. Roasted apples. Roasted apples with butter and cinnamon. The apples win.

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peach doughnuts with coconut.

I’m generally not a doughnut person. I’m usually not a white chocolate person, either. And I don’t often eat peaches (which is a huge travesty, I know, but it is what it is).

But after a loooooooong weekend of painting, toilet-fixing, painting, a few baking failures, painting, eye-twitching, painting, hair-pulling, painting, mind-losing, oh and painting*… all I wanted was a doughnut. With white chocolate. And peaches. And some toasted coconut for good measure**.

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double chocolate raspberry muffins.

Before this relationship goes any further, there’s something you should know about me: I’m not a fan of the chocolate-raspberry combo. Something about the mixture of tart raspberries with any type of chocolate — milk, dark, ESPECIALLY white (which, blech, isn’t even REAL chocolate… who thought this was a good idea? A plague on thy house!*) — eeks me out. Frankly, it’s disgusting. It rivals only berries mixed in ice cream, which I also find a travesty.

And now, if you don’t want to be friends anymore, I understand. Just know that my hatred for chocolate and raspberries is equal to my love of all things chocolate and peanut butter, and I do share. So, there’s that.

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