It’s just been one of those days.
You know the ones I mean. My mother calls them
“bad biorhythm days,” when everything you do blows up in your face.
I slept through my alarm, preventing me from saying goodbye to our guests and writing an email without frantic clicking and typing. I had to bake a dozen muffins in under an hour before their ride (and purpose of being) drove to Pennsylvania. I have circles under my eyes dark enough to rival football players’ eye black. I burned the carrots I was roasting for dinner into shriveled sticks of char while trying to write a post that is two days overdue. I wanted to go to the gym, but I’m a little scared of what will happen when I try to get on the elliptical. Bad as today may be, I’m going to try very hard to keep the hospital out of it.
Did I mention I have most recently brought my total commitments for the fall up to 6? Yes. I currently am straddling 6 jobs. And still planning on updating this blog daily, for the most part.
The past 2 weeks have been a struggle for me. Between house guests coming in and out, keeping up with writing projects and my internships, and fighting against my extreme introvertedness that causes me to panic when I don’t get any alone time…I’m one more charred carrot away from melting into a sobbing pile on the floor.
The funny thing is, I’m a damn idea machine. I have more ideas for upcoming posts than I have clean socks. W. T. F.
But enough about me. Let’s talk about muffins. Muffins don’t have bad biorhythm days. Muffins don’t burn their dinner at three o’clock in the afternoon. Muffins just sit on a plate, waiting for you to taste their cinnamon-y cake-like goodness.
Yes, I like muffins. Especially when they have fresh September apples in them, and it’s just starting to feel like fall outside.
Do try out this recipe and tell me what you think. I made them for my brother, who my parents are driving toward right now, muffins in tow; I imagine, however, that they would be equally as delicious in a dorm room as on your breakfast table.
At the very least, you can just stare at the picture. They do seem to have a zen-like quality about them – particularly helpful on those days.
And then there are those of us who never have such days. I like to think of them as inspiration.