A Muffin That Changed Breakfast
I mashed three freckled bananas, whisked warm olive oil with vanilla, and folded in oat, millet, and a shy spoon of teff. The batter looked heavy until a rest softened everything. Baked high, then lower, the muffins crowned beautifully. My niece called them backpack gold and hid two in her pocket. No sugar, only fruit, yet sweet enough to feel like a treat. That morning taught me patience, scales, and the quiet power of ripe bananas.