I like off-the-wall kind of questions, out of the mainstream, pocket book: what’s your name? Where are you from? Where do you work? Where do you go to school? What are you studying? What classes do you have? Blah, blah, blah… generic. What do these questions tell us about a person? Do they get us in touch with the essence of the person? Do they give us a little incite? A little peak into their inner weirdness? Do they actually tell us anything about what that person likes? What drives them? What they’re interests are? What are they passionate about? I enjoy throwing something at someone like: what’s your favorite cheese (I can’t tell you how many conversations I have about cheese and if someone says they don’t like cheese and they don’t have an allergy, I’m not gonna lie I’m a bit iffy. Even if you don’t eat cheese, at some point you did.)? Or: you’re on stage, the lights are shining bright, what karaoke song do you sing (again if someone says they’d never do karaoke I am leery, what is life without risk and fun?)? I love to watch people’s faces when I ask the questions. At first they’re generally a little thrown off. It’s not a commonly asked question. So then you see the wheels begin to turn. And then there’s that little bit of magic. Their eyes light up, as it clicks. Their mouth turns up into a little involuntary smile, sometimes a little shy/slyly. Then they look up and answer. It’s that look though that gets me. When I was working on my BeYOUtiful project that’s when I wanted to snap pictures, when they realized when they felt most beautiful. This little vulnerable, positive vibed moment. I live for those little moments.
I was thrilled the other day at work when Julie popped her head into the kitchen to ask what our favorite Holiday food tradition was. As I rack my brain, my co-foodie young Jude (Judah, he’s never had a nickname with a cool name like Judah, so I’ve been working on the just Jude thing) answers first. Judah comes from a large family (as in over 10 kids), and his mom has kind of become a rock star in my eyes. Besides raising so many children, her research fancies, seem to mirror my own interest. Needless to say I think she’s awesome, despite never meeting her. Anyways, Jude shares a breakfast tradition his mom did a few years ago. As he began describing the apple brown sugar bottom, topped with a turkey sausage, sweet muffin mixture over the top, my thoughts were flying. Ooh how cool. I love a sweet savory combination. Even cooler is serving the muffin upside down. Hmm….. I can do that….I can make that gluten-free….hmm.
Enter my weekend off and TIME. Oh, what does a baker do with time off? Bake of course! I destroyed (then repaired) our kitchen this weekend making cheesecakes, chocolate cherry cake, venison jerky, these gluten-free muffins and grinding my own venison burgers (I would vote it was a pretty successful weekend, plus I got my holiday gift act together and threw in several hours of hiking in the cold). I think the muffins turned out pretty good if I say so myself. Plus I had a variety of taste-testers this time and they all voted: GOOD. So here you have it, a lovely little Christmas Morning Muffin recipe thanks to the Mays. Happy, Blessed Holidays to All.
- 1/2 of a large apple
- coconut sugar
- 1/2 cup almond butter
- 1/4 cup honey
- 2 eggs
- 2 tbsp melted coconut oil or ghee or grass-fed butter
- 1 tsp apple cider vinegar
- 1/4 tsp baking soda
- 2 tsp cinnamon
- 1/2 lbs. sausage (a sweeter variation or spicy if you want to kick things up)
- pinch of salt
Let’s Make it Happen: Brown and strain sausage. In a bowl mix almond butter, honey, eggs, coconut oil, cinnamon baking soda, and apple cider vinegar. Fold in sausage. Grease a muffin tin. Cut and slice apple. Chop each slice and put into the bottom of a muffin tin. I used about a slice per tin. Sprinkle each one with coconut sugar. Evenly spoon the muffin mix into the 12 tins. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Wake up the kiddies and enjoy!