I'd been trying to think up a bread project these last two weeks that I could submit to a blogging event  but thanks to a truckload of distractions, inspiration just wouldn't come. Last weekend, whilst on a family outing, I was queueing in front of Aunty Anne's, two minutes into my usual tirade about three dollar pretzels and daylight robbery, when hubs took the five dollar bill out of my hand, slipped it back into my wallet and said, "Why don't you just make your own?" I tell you sometimes, ...

If anyone called me "crater faced", I'd likely cry, or hurl a brick at them. Actually, I'd cry, while taking aim with a brick in hand, then make an appointment with a dermatologist. For an English muffin though, it would be a compliment, rather than an insult. Those ugly craters are delightful butter traps; careful how you use this term - it's patent pending ;)





Now English muffins, let alone good, crater riddled ones that aren't doughy and undercooked inside, are harder to come by here, than ...