Its Saturday, my favorite day of the week. In our previous life (Nashville) our Sabbath consisted of church, fun times with friends and time to regroup as a family. In Baltimore we just haven’t found our niche yet. Usually if I am not on call we are away. But today I am on call. So in order to keep our family traditions alive I made a special breakfast.
I woke up leisure like at 8:30 (I went to bed really early) and thought what can I make. To my disappointment we have very little milk and only two eggs. So clearly it would have to be a baked good not requiring much of either. I hadn’t made moosewood muffins in ages so moosewood muffins it is.
The recipe comes from Moosewood New Classics, which is one my favorites.Essentially you can make any flavor muffin. You just add 2 cups total to the recipe of any fruit/chocolate/nut combo. For example 1 c strawberry, 1/2 c chocolate, 1/2 cup walnuts.
Today I decided on pumpkin apple, to keep w/in my fall theme. I used 1c cooked pumpkin, 3/4 c granny smith apples chopped and peeled, and 1/2 tsp cinnamon w/ a pinch of freshly grated nutmeg. Then to my HORROR I realized all my muffin tins were in storage in Nashville. What’s a girl to do? Pull out her 9×13 pan of course.
So there it is sitting in my oven baking at 350F for 35 minutes. Tompaul and I are settled in our chairs (we only have two) watching Man v. Wild: Ecuador. FYI Bear Grylls is CRAZY. And suddenly we hear rain…like rainforest rain. I mean we are watching something on Ecuador. Then we think…wait…is that INSIDE? So like the responsible adult I am I go to the bathroom to make sure everything is okay. That’s when I see it….water pouring from our 22′ ceiling! At first it is a trickle…then there is about 15 spots raining everywhere in the front of our apartment.
Did someone die in the shower?
Should we call 911?
We start with the maintenance line.
“Hello. Inner Harbor Loft Answering Service.”
“Yes. It’s raining in my apartment.”
“Your excused. It’s RAINING in my APARTMENT.”
“Oh, I thought you said it’s hailing in your apartment. I’ll call maintenance.”
30 minutes later two guys come up and one of their teenage daughters. I guess it was take your daughter to work day (on a Saturday). “Oh wow. That’s a lot of water. It must be the apartment above you.” (good to know they are thinkers!)
Apparently the girl in 613 left her bathroom sink plugged up and didn’t notice it overflowing for FOURTY FIVE MINUTES. When they went up there she was like “Oh! My bad. It was an accident.” This reminds me of the NIHSS cookie caper. Only a neurologist, or someone who has been checked for a stroke knows what I mean.
So now we have two giant fans running in our apartment and our luggage spread out drying. It stinks as all of the water dripped through 150 year old boards. Ick.
The verdict? Well the house smells like funkiness…but the muffin’s that aren’t muffins were AMAZING. Very autumnal! I like it.