PB&J Mini Muffins

My seven-year old loves PB&J.  I find this endearing, since my other two are all about the yogurt-crackers-fresh-fruit kind of lunch in their lunch boxes.  Something about PB&J feels nostalgic.  Sentimental.  And I love it.

So I tee up PB&J just for my seven-year old, in all of its forms (and there are many!).  It’s our “thing,” and I milk every opportunity I can find to bond with her over this tried-and-true lunchtime staple.  These muffins are fun to make, mostly because she likes to do the dollop of jelly all on her own!


1 cup all purpose flour

1/3 cup packed brown sugar

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 eggs

1/3 cup vanilla yogurt

3 tablespoons creamy peanut butter

2 tablespoons canola oil

3 tablespoons strawberry or grape jelly


In a large bowl, combine the flour, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.  In a small bowl, beat the eggs, yogurt, peanut  butter and oil on low speed until smooth.  Stir into the dry ingredients just until moistened.

Fill greased or paper-lined miniature muffin cups half full.  Top each with 1/4 teaspoon jelly and remaining batter.

Bake at 400 for 10-12 minutes or until golden brown.  Cool for 5 minutes before removing from pan to wire rack.  Yield: 2 and 1/2 dozen mini muffins.


Take a Whiff

So I’m kind of a sucker for scents.  Yes, I have my favorite perfume, and that lemon-y candle on the kitchen counter?  Pretty much always burning.  Ooh, and the way my girls smell after they hop out of the bath?  Delish!

But I have to confess, I have used my love of scents for less… a-hem, shall we say, “noble” purposes?  Like to sell my home.  Yep, I know.  You’re horrified.  If you’ve been following my posts you now know I a) occasionally wear flip-flops to work and b) deploy underhanded sensory-triggering tactics for financial gain.  And yes, the real estate agent was excellent and with all of the appropriate authority told me to “Clean, organize and empty” when I put the house on the market.

But instead,  I baked.  Before every visit from a potential buyer.  Betty Crocker’s Cinnamon Streusel Muffins, to be specific.  My house was awash in the scent of cinnamon muffin-ness, and I’m pretty sure the restaurant next door did a ton of business while my humble abode was for sale because everyone left my crib with their mouth watering and their stomach grumbling.  Have you given these babies a try?  Even if you hate muffins (not that I think there is any validity to that possibility) you should whip up a batch if for no other reason than to give your house a signature scent.  And a yummy cinnamon smell around the holidays?  Come on!  I promise: your home has never felt more inviting, and it’s cheaper than incense any day!

Oh yeah – and I sold my place in no time.  The buyers’ one concern: “They’re leaving the oven, right?”