Here's a great recipe for my muffin-loving mateys. My friend, Joy in China, posted this recipe to her Facebook page this morning. Being a muffin and donut lover, I thought these sounded like the perfect complement to my morning cup o' tea.
I wasn't disappointed. These definitely go in the "Make Again" column. Typical of muffins, they mix up quickly and easily. Then, after they're baked, you roll them in a cinnamon-sugar mixture. I used a regular muffin tin. Joy says she used a mini-muffin tin, and that is what I plan to do next time. More cinnamon and sugar per bite that way...
Light, fluffy amazingness!
Give them a try.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.~ James 1:17
I'm going to be a grandma!
To say I'm excited doesn't even begin to express my feelings. For once, I hardly know what to say. Would somebody just pinch me? I know I must be dreaming.
Yesterday, Abby and Jonathan excitedly phoned all the family and told us their news, first Tom at work, then by turns the St. Clairs and me on Skype. Hoops and hollers, high-fives, and a house filled with laughter. Our first grand-baby on the way! The first of many, I pray.
It is probably a very good thing that I learned this little fact during the summer. Now I can plan a quilt and some adorable baby togs without the school work suffering. I'm afraid if it had been any other season, I'd be so thoroughly distracted by the news, absolutely nothing else would get done around here.
Honestly, upon waking this morning, my first inclination was to hurry to the sewing room, pull out all my books, pile through my stash, and hunt out the perfect pattern and fabric to begin a baby quilt. Then on second thought, I decided that I want to really savor the planning of this quilt. I have nine months, so what's the rush? This one will be pieced with love, probably hand appliquéd and hand quilted.
While baking bread and puttering about the house today, I day-dreamed about this new little person. Is it a boy or a girl? Will he have blue eyes like his daddy, or will she have two different-colored eyes like her mama? Will this child sing like an angel, inheriting a beautiful gift via her paternal genes? Will he be full of life, always on the go, ever smiling, just like his mother? I'm dizzy with questions. I can not wait to meet this little blessing!
My head and my heart are awhirl with pinks and greens and blues and yellows. With baby softness, baby fabrics, baby sweetness. With hopes and dreams and prayers and questions. With teeny, tiny toes and gummy little grins.
Thank you, Lord, for your blessing of life!