It took so long to make it, and I'll never have that recipe again.
A friend of mine has this ongoing communication problem with her family. They will ask her if they can give her anything, and she'll say "sure, I want X. They sell it at...." Her family invariably brings her Y. If she wants trousers, they will bring a skirt. If she wants candy, they bring flowers. She doesn't want to appear ungrateful, but you know, she's allergic to flowers.* It's become quite a source of consternation for her.
I was on my way to Starbucks, so I asked if I could bring her anything. She said, "sure, a latte and a muffin."
The muffins all looked nasty, so I bought her a scone instead. I apologized, saying, I'm sorry, I hope I don't remind you of your mom." She said, "that's all right, the scone is good. The thing about my mom is that she would have brought a slice of ham."
It was a Black Forest ham, I stayed up for days to make it. It was delicious and there was a lot of it. But it wasn't a muffin. Sigh.
*Not really - details have been changed for confidentiality.
