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
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.
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?”