It was a sing song I used to hum at one time, I am sure. There was even a game, albeit, Victorian times, where people would sit around a parlour and one person would start out:
Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man
Do you know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane
The next person would sing - Yes I know the muffin man, the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane
then the two of them would sing: Two of us know the muffin man....etc. etc. and so on until FINALLY everybody sings - We ALL know the muffin man....
Then I guess they poured the tea and carried on.
Okay - so, perhaps a little dreary for our times, and I am not to break out with this one at a party any time soon. But the point is.....I do KNOW the muffin man, but he doesn't live on Drury Lane.
Our neighbour from The Casa, up on the hill, brings fresh baked, steaming muffins right to our door on a regular basis. I even made him up a T-shirt with the fact that he is, indeed, THE Muffin Man, (and occasionally The Scone Man) at least in our neck of the woods.
I will have to have Dear Husband do up a musical ditty gift in his honor:
Ode to Nick
Do you know the muffin (slash) scone man, oh do you know the muffin (slash) scone man......who lives up the hill in a house called The Casa.........and comes down with Ziplocks full of them......and gives them to the neighbours....early in the morning....
Well, Christmas is only what .....300 and some days away!!!
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We read, electronically, a lot of newspapers. Every morning with sit, hunched over our Blackberry Playbooks and talk back and forth:
"Are you on the BBC? Look at the third sidebar on the right....about....."
" No, I'm on the CBC, Manitoba checking out the weather. Give me a moment."
Then we discuss whatever the story is about. This beats of the old way of sharing one actual, paper printed newspaper, with Dear Husband peering at me over the top of his and READING the entire story while I was already on the Arts and Entertainment section.
As we are away from our home town, we do like to keep up on their local news. I was quite dismayed to discover that because we only have a weekend paper there, we could NOT get the electronic paper here. OH NO, we had to be a full, weekly subscriber for that! What the hell???
I also discovered that anyone, and that is ANYONE in their immediate area can access the paper, in full, for NOTHING!!! So, let's get this straight. I pay for the weekend printed paper and I read the electronic version for the rest of the week (for free) when there, but as soon as I am out of the area I have to pay. Okay. I realise that revenue has to come from somewhere, but REALLY!!!!
So, I am sitting at the dining room table and Dear Husband is gushing about the LIVE, twenty four hour, BBC (as in England, across the pond) news cast he is watching FOR FREE, and I think to myself "and we can't even get the Winnipeg FREE Press." HA!
Things I have learned this week:
The largest muffin ever baked was 195.55 pounds and after being measured was given away to a local hospice. And No, it didn't say what KIND of muffin.
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There is an actual website entitled: The Weirdest Incidents Involving Wild Turkeys This Week.
Just in case you are sitting eating your muffins and can't get to read your own local paper this is just fascinating.
An author in Lodi, California announced her upcoming children’s book, “Tom Kettleman—the People’s Turkey”—a tribute to the beloved, local wild turkey who routinely traversed six lanes of traffic until he was struck by a car earlier this fall. (The turkey, it was said, always used the crosswalk.) In the wake of Tom Kettleman’s death, residents held a candle-lit memorial for the turkey. He had “thousands of fans on Facebook.”
In Maryland, a group of people outside the Faith United Church of Christ were charged by a mob of wild turkeys; the congregants had stepped outside, to take a break, while cooking a large turkey dinner.
A Tennessee woman entered into a prolonged, fraught stand-off with a wild turkey that was blocking her car in her driveway. She tried shouting at the turkey, charging it with her vehicle and also coaxing it out of her way by feeding it a raspberry, but ultimately conceded, “I’m not a wild turkey, so I really have no idea what a raspberry means to a turkey.” In the end, she was able to scare the turkey away by hurling a frozen turkey at it.
AND I REPEAT, the title states 'This Week."
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Muffin Knight is an action-packed electronic game with stunning visuals and a myriad of fairytale characters, each with their own unique abilities, which gain strength as you advance.
This is the story of a little boy, on his journey to return the old fairy’s magical muffins. A strange curse was set on him: with each muffin he touches, he turns into a different creature. The old fairy promises to turn him back into a boy when he gets all the muffins back.
Yeah, we've all heard THAT before!!!
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