Music: Beat It ( Michael Jackson)

Mood: Nostalgic



This week I am off from work but decided to stay home and spend the whole week with my little girl. My daughter has two weeks left of her summer vacation and this week she is at a science day camp…she is learning of all things, to build a small robot. When I picked her up, I decided that we would eat all our meals together at home. In effect we were going to have a slow food week as opposed to a fast food week. I sat down with her and asked her what her favorite meals were. This is a question I do not ask because usually she is with me 4 days out of the month. Considering she was going to spend a whole week with me, it warranted the question. As she rhymed off all the meals and food her mother made I was marking each food with a B, N and A. There was a good mixture of all three. Off to the market we went and $75.00 of groceries later, half of which were organic, we were set for the week.

The first night I made some burgers mixed with cherries (antioxidant boost). I got this tip out of Dr D’s Cancer book. I de pitted the cherries and pureed them in a blender and mixed it with the ground beef and various other goodies and surprisingly they were good. I found some spelt buns for them and I made some sweet potato fries to go along. As we slowly munched away, we talked about the Olympics and about my daughter’s first pet…a 12-week-old bulldog who’s name was (figure this one out) Poseidon. I never knew that bulldogs have webbed feet. Apparently this is the name the breeder gave to the dog. I spent the last 10 minutes of the meal trying to convince her that she needed to pick a name a little more appropriate. She would not waver…Poseidon it was.

As I was clearing the table, my daughter sat there waiting with an expectant look on her face. ‘Let me guess…dessert?’ I didn’t have any. She was a little disappointed and remarked…’but Dad…. you’re the Muffin Man’ I was taken a little aback with the remark, because it has been about 4 years since I have heard anyone call me by that name. Apparently my daughter remembered her mother calling me this on many occasions when we were still married. Now if you’re thinking I was one to bake or was constantly eating muffins, you’re wrong on both accounts. I have no idea where the name came from originally but obviously it stuck.

My daughter’s little remark did get me to thinking that I should try my hand at baking. So the next morning I drove to the nearest Kitchen supply store ( I was the only man in the whole place and had three woman asking me if I needed help) I came out with cake pans, muffin tins, pie plates and a hand beater. I dashed off to the supermarket again to pick up some spelt and buckwheat flour along with some baking soda, eggs and blueberries. I’m first going to attempt to make some blueberry muffins from scratch so my daughter has some dessert for our meal tonight. I’ll let you know how I fair. Until then….

Look!!… In the sky…. it’s a flying zucchini…no!!… It’s a soaring sausage…

No

It’s MUFFIN MAN!!

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