A little advice for you fashionistas: Do not wear wide-legged, flowy pants that are a tad too long for you while walking uphill. It’ll result in a face plant right into the dirty, cracked concrete. I admit that I sacrifice comfort for sake of fashion more often that I should (not saying that I’m fashionable, I’m definitely not). It’s so not worth it.
Yes, this happened to me yesterday. I tripped on my pants once, but caught myself right before I ate it. As I was making a comment to my DF how I was totally gonna go crash-landing, it happened again mid sentence. This time, I wasn’t able to catch myself.
I was holding a cup of Philz coffee, which I miraculously managed to hold upright while my knees bashed the ground and my chin bounced up and down. My DF was quite impressed with how I managed to only spill a couple of drips of iced coffee out of the top of the cup.
I, on the other hand, had various elementary school days flash before my eyes. Scraping your knees was a weekly thing for me back in the day, but I haven’t done that in twenty years. Let me tell you, it hurts!
I got up as fast as I could manage without falling over again, crossing my fingers that my DF was the only witness to my clumsiness. Lucky for me, the meter ticket officer saw the whole event from my across the street and shouted, “Are you OK?!”
As I scrambled to reply, “Yes,” I realized that I couldn’t even finish the uphill walk to the car without the aid of my DF. I grasped his arm in hopes of hiding my face from the lady and cars passing by. No suck luck.
As I got to the car, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I’m the idiot that trips over her own pants and completely eats it, spending more effort saving my drink than my face. Looking at my heavily bruised and scraped knees, it’s a wonder how the rest of my body escaped from scarring. As I put antibacterial gel on my hands and my knees, it all came to me.
The only reason that I fell so gracefully was because I did a volleyball dive from my high school days. I wasn’t quick enough to remember to always “lift your chin” when diving, therefore it did bounce off of the sidewalk once. Thank goodness it wasn’t anything major. I could barely sit down or get up for the next 24 hours. My body was just doing its job of reminding me how old I am.
Moral of the story: Always wear comfortable clothes… especially if you’re going to be walking a lot in unexpected territory.
As for these banana muffins, they’re “bakery style” because of how nice and fluffy their tops are. Mine didn’t come out quite as big as Girl Meets Kitchen‘s, but they’re still good!
Ingredients
- 3 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tablespoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
- 10 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
- 1 cup light brown sugar, packed
- 2 large eggs
- 1 1/2 cups plain low-fat yogurt
- 3 bananas, chopped fine
- 1/2 cup peanut butter chips
- 2 tablespoons butter, melted
- 1/2 cup turbinado sugar
- 2 teaspoons cinnamon
Directions
- Preheat oven to 425. Line a muffin pan with cupcake liners.
- Mix flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and nutmeg in a medium bowl.
- In another bowl, beat sugar and butter on medium speed until light and fluffy. Add eggs and yogurt, beat.
- Reduce speed to low and add dry ingredients until just moistened.
- Carefully fold in chopped bananas and peanut butter chips. Don't over mix!
- Pour into prepared muffins tins, filling them up to the top.
- Sprinkle cinnamon and turbinado sugar on top.
- Bake for 5 minutes at 425, and then lower oven temperature to 375. Bake another 15 to 18 minutes, or until muffins are golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Christine @ Cooking with Cakes says
girrrl I can’t tell you how many times I have suffered for fashion and champagne – I feel you on this one!! the best thing is to simply laugh at what silly women we can be. oh, and having an adorable muffin helps, too 🙂
Diane's Delectables says
Looks delish!
sophia Purvis says
Love the Salmon and the Muffins
Its Hot here at the moment so Salmon sounds good to me with Salad