Blueberry Muffins Research Paper

I have always had a history with muffins. Muffins were a food group in my opinion, and as important as they were, I could burn water in the kitchen. So, needless to say I wasn't the best person to make a batch. I could however, show you how to eat them. I finally learned how to make them after an incident with a British lady, a tractor, and about twelve blueberry muffins. Every year I worked on my Papa’s ranch during the summer. My duties varied from simple cleaning, to accounting, and bailing hay. We worked all the way until the sun went down, and because at the time I was a thirteen year old, I was incredibly hungry long before then. So when I was bailing hay at a woman’s house, and she walked right up and asked if I was hungry, I was pretty excited. Food makes me a happy person. The old woman’s name was Linda, and she was from England, so naturally on the walk to her house I made jokes about harbor tea and freedom. When we got there, she gave me a few muffins I devoured on the spot. In the euphoria of those amazing muffins, I wasn’t listening very closely …show more content…
My mom and Linda always got along well and I heard Linda’s British voice from where I sat about ten feet away. Her next words gave me the reputation I have today, as a pastry thief (though it was rather accurate, as I had taken pies and cakes before with no shame and no evidence). Apparently those muffins had been meant for my family to eat. In my defense, I said how starving I was and that Linda didn't make it clear that I was supposed to share (which was mildly accurate). It became common ever since that people who gave me muffins always asked if i wanted blueberry, those traitors. I wondered if all of this was payback for the joke I said about how I made tea by putting it in the harbor. So, because my conscience made me feel guilty I learned how to make