I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen this weekend. I've cleaned and steamed a lot of vegetables and I made a french potato salad so I can toss together a Salade Nicoise later in the week. I made a big bowl of macaroni salad. I did my famous sweet and sour pork for dinner yesterday and I have a lot of left-over brown rice for making sushi. I've never done sushi before, so we'll see how it goes.

The best thing I made this weekend were these:

Blueberry Macadamia muffins. Muffins are no big deal. The recipe calls for a blend of white flour and whole wheat pastry flour, butter, and tons of sugar. I use plain old whole wheat flour, no white flour, no butter, and however much brown sugar happened to be left in the box. Plus blueberries, some chopped macadamias, and a handful of unsweetened coconut shreds.

Take the same recipe, substitute mashed banana for the oil and some of the buttermilk, substitute chopped pineapple for the blueberries, and reduce the sugar even more and you have Bunny's Special Armpit Muffins. So named because I made them for an event at work and I was feeling most unappreciated at the time. I was cranky, so I gave them a gross name. I kept it to myself, of course, but every time I saw someone with one, I thought:

Ha! You're eating an armpit muffin!

They sounded unwholesome and adulterated, but they weren't. They were clean and delicious. I was just being petty in secret, and I got over it. I kept the recipe and the name.

Sweet Tooth

Bunny wants a big slice of chocolate cake with extra frosting and a cold glass of milk. We don't have that here. We don't have anything good here. Bunny will have to settle for this:



mmmmmm. Homemade latte, extra strong espresso brewed in the stovetop mokka pot (fully caffeinated this afternoon) and just a little hot foamy skim milk, and some cinnamon.