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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Time Traveling Forward to Fall


Just this morning I was listening to a BBC History Magazine podcast, time traveling back to World War II. But tonight I'm going forward, just a few weeks really. Fall officially starts on September 23, 5:05 a.m., according to  The Old Farmer's Almanac.

I'm thinking fall now because I just put a batch of applesauce spice muffins in the oven for the resident geologist to take out in the field. I made them with the apples I raked up and sauced from our runty little apple tree in the driveway. They are the ones the squirrels kick down, after chewing them and deciding they aren't reall….llly ripe. They also don't make the world's best apple sauce, because they are kind of green and they aren't cooking apples. But they make fine muffins PLUS the added benefit that if I don't leave them under the tree, Mr. Rat and his clan don't come a' callin' (at least not in the driveway).

Yup, it all just puts me in a very seasonal mood- the fall harvest, the squirrels and the jolly little rats. Here's my recipe, or receipt, as us time travelers like to say.

Applesauce Spice Muffins
A creation of The Simple Romantic
350 degrees, until baked/fork clean - depends on your muffin tin

Get out a Large Bowl 
Put in dry ingredients and mix 'em
Make a well in the dry stuff
 Beat one egg up in the well
Add in rest of wet ingredients. 
Put in muffin tins. 
Bake

Dry Ingredients

1 ¾ cup flour – type you like
½ cup regular oatmeal (NOT quick cooking type)

½ cup brown sugar
A whole bunch of black raisins (maybe ¾ of a cup?)

1 teaspoon baking soda (I run it through a sieve)
1 t ground cinnamon
¼ t nutmeg
(I also like the following spices in addition to the above – Resident geologist does not – though he eats them anyway – they are quite good either way)
½ t ground cloves
½ t ground allspice

Wet Ingredients
-   1 egg
-   ¼ cup corn oil (or butter if you like that)
-   ¼ cup buttermilk
-   1 cup applesauce –(preferably made from the culls that fall in my driveway)



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