Stuffing Muffins

I was just sitting in the kitchen of my parents’ house watching out the back patio door.  Little flecks of white wonderment have been teasing me as they dance through the bare branches of trees that are done with the fanfare of their autumn season.  It was a good view.

I was there digging for a recipe for muffins made of stuffing that I had found in the back of a magazine nearly a year ago. They were good, and for some reason, it now appears that Thanksgiving will come to a screeching halt without them.  So now that the recipe cupboard is exhausted I am “google-ing” Stuffing Muffins and digging through countless recipes for a similar one in the hopes that I will be able to recreate a one-time thing that I apparently did pretty well.  I will point out that my dad has brought them up 4 or 5 times now, if that gives you an idea of to whom they are important to.

Over the years we have had traditional family Thanksgiving dinners at home in the dining room with all the fixings and most of the family.   We’ve driven to Missouri to operate without water in a shack across the gravel road from cows.  One year both Matt and I moved into a little house in Northeast Minneapolis on Thanksgiving, and so we all ate Lund’s turkey dinner out of a box on a card table in my new tiny kitchen.   We are not a traditions family when it comes to this holiday… we are a fly by the seat of our pants family for this one.  You never really know what you’re going to get, although, so far we have all been spared the tofurkey.

Somehow being able to bring back the muffins for another year makes me feel a little better.  It’s something that I can give to my dad that he would enjoy.  It’s something tangible and obtainable that I can provide.  One significant part of our holiday will be missing, never to be replaced; something I can’t give him… and what is funny is that if I remember correctly…

she could have given a shit about the damn muffins.