Brand A

Oh, no it’s not.  McCain’s aides said that he was relieved that the campaign would soon be over.  I’ve never agreed with the man more.

My friends, this is not about the election (though there may be one later).  It’s about a muffin.

I took Monday off from work.  I had planned to take an entire week’s vacation in mid-October to relax, make some doctor’s appointments, etc., but my Granddad died and instead I spent that week with the blanket over my head coming to terms with mortality.  I took Monday off to try to achieve a few of my previous intentions.  I got up early, headed out to the Union Square to take some photos.  Thwarted again!  Not only was it so cloudy I go no morning light, but my favorite waste-$5-on-fancy-junkfood restaurant, Tisserie, had been closed by the Health Department!  Gah.

I headed a few blocks over to City Bakery, which is inferior in selection but about equal in overpriced concept.  It was there I got the Baker’s Muffin, for $3.75, which wasn’t worth it for the taste but kept me interested for a while trying to figure out exactly what it was.  From what I could surmise, this was a handful of one-inch squares of pastry dough tossed with some cinnamon, eleven rasins and four walnut pieces, squished into a muffin pan and baked.  The top was an admittedly very appealing flaky pastry landscape dusted with sugar which held much promise for an adventurous enthusiast of baked goods, such as myself. 

Upon further probing, however, the Baker’s Muffin was really a lukewarm muffin mess of slightly dry, too-crunchy bits of croissant edges without the moist interior that one expects.  Le sigh.

Munny and I headed back to the Farmer’s Market, where I found no greater inspiration.  While no one was looking, I stuck him in a pallet of herbs, took this picture, and went home for a nap.