Eating together miles apart.

Last night I made some pesto from a cookbook that my sister Mary got me a while back. She's gifted me two of the best cookbooks I own in terms of getting new ideas. Not that pesto is one of those - the book just happens to have the best pesto recipe I've come across. In any case, whenever I cook anything from either of those books or get an idea for something based on them - it makes me think of her. Other than the fact that I love the taste, this is probably the same reason why I cook Greek food so much.

Not to stop the family cooking, I finally got to make my sister Christina's bran muffins this morning. She sent the recipe ages ago in an email and I wanted to try it out but couldn't find a crucial ingredient. I finally came across it at the local Organic shop but then couldn't find any muffin trays anywhere. Nanson's, a local has-everything-shop that I've just discovered out has a completely different online face than they do in store, had tartlet trays and mini quiche trays (of all things) but no muffin trays. I decided to make them anyway.

I stuffed them in a regular tray and hoped that they would hold their shape a little bit. No such luck. They ended up square and wide (which meant that they overcooked a little) with leaky blueberries.
Aaron wants more.
:)