two treats for y'all today.
first up is a tasty muffin recipe, and extra points to me for making something healthy for once. so all y'all who moan at length about how my cookies, pies, etc. are sabotaging your weight-loss efforts, here you go. :) and for upcoming posts featuring whinge-worthy recipes, please remember that there was that one time when i offered you the inside scoop to maple bran muffins.
maple bran muffins
3/4 c natural wheat bran
1/2 c milk
1/2 c maple syrup
1 egg, slightly beaten
1/4 c oil
1 1/4 c whole wheat flour
3 t baking powder
1/2 t salt
1/3 c chopped walnuts
1 T butter
1/2 c confectioners' sugar
1 T maple syrup
combine bran, milk, and maple syrup. stir in egg and oil; set aside. combine remaining muffin ingredients. add bran mixture, stirring until just moistened. divide batter into 12 greased muffin tins. bake at 400 for 18-20 mins. glaze: blend ingredients and spread over warm muffins.
these taste best fresh from the oven (and i'd recommend freezing if you're not going to eat them the very same day).
and now for the second treat (which is completely calorie-free):
ARTEMIS FOWL eowin colfer
THE FIRST WIVES CLUB (warning: fairly crude at times) olivia goldsmith
BREAKING DAWN stephenie meyer
HP ORDER OF THE PHOENIX (again) jk rowling
TAMAR: A NOVEL OF ESPIONAGE, PASSION, AND BETRAYAL mal peet
THE LAST TIME THEY MET anita shreve
INKHEART cornelia funke
THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS ann brashares
THE LAST SUMMER OF YOU AND ME ann brashares
THE SECOND SUMMER OF THE SISTERHOOD ann brashares
ERAGON christopher paolini
WICKED LOVELY melissa marr
as is often the case, it's hard for me to single out a favorite from these titles. colfer's ARTEMIS and brashares' SISTERHOOD books are light, fun reads; WICKED LOVELY is engaging (if a bit overbearing in its sex-equality push).
TAMAR is a brilliant piece of work with one fatal flaw: you know early on (in the first 80 pages or so) exactly what the ending "revelation" will be, and thanks to the title, you suspect it will arrive there by treachery. so it's a bit like that moment after you've committed a household crime and your mum has said, "just wait till your father gets home!" and then sends you out to play in a golden afternoon. the day, by all accounts, is absolutely lovely but impossible to enjoy due to the personal cloud of impending doom hovering over you all the while.
so there you go: dietary and literary fiber all in one post. what more could you ask for? (okay, besides that? and that? never mind.) go forth and read.
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