Sierra,
I was lying in my bed last night when I suddenly thought to myself, ‘what makes a muffin so fluffy?’ And that led to the thought of, ‘damn, I could really go for some Vicodin right about now,’ which, in turn, conjured the thought, ‘Sierra, you seem like you’d bake well.’
So yeah. I just wanted to let you know that you are now permanently connected to muffins in my mind, Sierra.
It’s a good thing, I promise.
Generically Yours,
Buster