Remember Fivel the mouse and the song "Some where out there". Well that's who I imagined myself to be and what I felt like singing forlornly when I finished the last of the *ever so few* pecan pie mini muffins that were shared with me. I cannot in good selfish conscience divulge their source locally (no, I cannot and will not). All I know is that my diabetic hind-halves would very graciously appreciate another *precious few* along with any crumbs that might be lingering in the bottom of the baking tin. uh oh, now I'm feeling like Gollum because I'm coveting the precious round bits of goodness.
**HINT HINT**
**HINT HINT**
1 comment:
Now you're talking my language...pecan pie muffins, yum!
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