muffin

We still ate it, spooned over toasted English muffins with poached eggs, but I couldn’t get past the texture.

On top of the table her purse flopped open and from its mouth spilled curling checkbooks, loose cash, half a muffin in a napkin and bottles of Chinese herbs.

The pair are seated in a suite, fittingly, at the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills and, for a moment, they shift their focus toward the two jumbo blueberry muffins in front of them.

I got into English muffins because their griddled tops hid any number of sins.

“Hey, little muffin! Look at you,” he cooed as tiny Finn was toted into the picture, smoosh-face and all, carried by mama Kylie.