phila*craft

muffins








The scene this morning about a half hour ago: a nine year old who wanted something other than every option offered to him for breakfast and a mother standing before an open refrigerator staring down about three cups of eight day old artisan bread dough. She puts the two-burner griddle on the stove and turns the heat up to medium. She slaps a cup each of the slack and cold dough onto the griddle in three roundish mounds. She turns each muffin after about seven minutes, turns the heat down to low and lets them cook another ten minutes. She fork splits. He butters. He eats.