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Yesterday was wonderful. I had two visitors. One was a tiny, auburn-headed, smiling, cat-loving little girl. The other was her sweet, gentle, kind, cheerful, and loving mom.
Donna and Katie
We played with cats, visited the boys' cabin in the woods, and chatted. I gave the sweet girl a ride in the gator. We feed Penelope the donkey some carrots and talked to the turkeys. It was a good day!
And now, the pumpkin:
I have no idea where this recipe comes from—it doesn’t say on the card. Apparently it was a quick break that was made into muffins in order to hasten the baking time. It’s great for autumn—made with pumpkin and applesauce. I hope you enjoy it!
Pumpkin Muffins
2/3-cup applesauce
1-cup honey
4 eggs
1 can 15 or 16 oz. pumpkin
3 1/3 cup whole-wheat flour (all-purpose can be used)
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 ½ teaspoons salt
½ teaspoon baking powder
1-teaspoon cinnamon
1-teaspoon cloves
2/3-cup raisins (optional)
Mix all ingredients and bake in greased muffin tins at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes, or when toothpick comes out clean.
I use medium sized muffins tins and the recipe makes about 2 ½ to 3 dozen. I like to bake half of the recipe one day and refrigerate the batter overnight to make fresh muffins again the following day.
Have a blessed Reformation Sunday, everyone!
Jean
1 comment:
As always, our visit to your farm fills us up with friendship, adventure, and education :o)
I learned of cows and turkeys, spiders and vacuums.
Katie learned....well...she maining just chased the kittys.
I wish you all could hear Jean call her cats.
She stands on her back porch and calls them....and the come running to her from the fields and woods.
It's enchanting.
Thank you, Jean and children.
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