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Memories Of Baking With Mom

Growing up, I began baking muffins fairly young, initially with my Mom, later on my own. It fascinated me. Eventually I began recruiting my little siblings to help. Baking is an art, not a science, and any art has a bit of magic about it. Maybe it's my Chestertonian view of life. What turns flour, butter, eggs, etc. into cookies or muffins? Magic.

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Muffins With Momma

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Published: August 2018

Momma's in the kitchen
making muffins for me.
There's eggs, raisins, milk
And white powdery stuff I see.

She says it's flower,
but doesn't look the same.
With all those cups and bowls around,
it looks like a fun game.

Momma says if I help her
there'll be a tasty prize.
She'll stick some batter in the oven,
and I can watch it rise.

I'll watch it slowly grow
from sticky stuff to muffins.
How that happens, I don't know/
It is by magic somethings.

Then a muffin I'll gobble
up into my little tummy.
Those muffins will disappear
like magic, and so yummy.

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