Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Pumpkin Muffins

My husband and I somehow managed to breed two little boys who are big breakfast eaters.  When I was a kid, eating breakfast meant I would be barfing on the bus (very susceptible to car sickness) and over the years, I guess my body got used to not eating first thing in the morning.
My daughter is the same way.
My husband doesn't eat breakfast either.  I'm not sure about the childhood trauma that explains his morning time eating issues, but I'm sure they're there.
So, for a loooong time, I didn't have to worry about what to fix for breakfast.
Then along came the savages.
They are asking for at least five or six different things to eat before their feet even hit the ground in the morning so I've had to come up with some options.
The recipe I'm sharing now, is my little guy's favorite 'fuffin'.  There's a little extra work at the beginning, but what with the worlds obsession with pumpkin spice EVERYTHING, I figured you wouldn't mind as long as it was worth it, and trust me, it's worth it.

Pumpkin Muffins

16 oz. can pumpkin (unsweetened, not pie filling)
1 c. sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. ginger
1-1/3 c. all-purpose flour
2/3 c. whole wheat flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. baking powder
4 Tbs. unsalted butter, melted
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla

Cook pumpkin, sugar, cinnamon, salt, nutmeg and ginger in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat, stirring constantly until thick and shiny (5-7 minutes).  Set aside.
Whisk flours, baking soda and baking powder together in a large bowl.
Add butter and vanilla to pumpkin mixture.  Stir a little of pumpkin mix into eggs to temper them so you don't end up with scrambled eggs, then add to pumpkin mixture.
Fold pumpkin mix into flour mix until just combined.  Batter will be very thick.
Divide batter into 12 muffin liners sprayed with nonstick spray and bake at 350 degrees for 19 minutes or until toothpick inserted into center of muffins comes out with just a few crumbs attached to it.
Let muffins cool on rack until they won't burn your face off.

Friday, September 9, 2016

Filthy Fridays

Friday's around here used to go under the name Fitness Friday.
Yeah.  That ship has sailed.
Now my exercise consists of running up and down the stairs with laundry baskets, keeping six acres of land weeded and mowed, and marathon writing sessions (You see what I did there?).  On top of all that, I'm kinda tired of moving all the crap laying all over my house around to make ya'll think I live in some semblance of a clean house.
I don't.
So I am starting a new Friday tradition.  Filthy Friday's.
I'm hoping it will make all you overworked, tired, frustrated parents who assume everyone's houses are meticulously kept and perfectly decorated, realize it's a lie.
Today's filth is brought to you by a month of moving, too many deadlines and too many kids.
And let's be honest.  I don't feel like tackling it.
That's my loft.  Believe it or not, it looks better than it did.  While we were waiting for the new carpet to go into the kids rooms it looked like a flop house.  Mattresses on the floor and empty snack bags everywhere they could stuff them.
Eventually, I have big plans for this space.  Just not today.