Healthy Banana Muffins
I turned my oven on for these muffins.
Yes I did.
As I write this post at nearly 6 p.m., it’s over 90 degrees with humidity at 60 percent.
Weather Underground says it “feels like 95.”
Not to me. It may as well be 150°F.
Mornings are perfect, though! We’re usually up by 4:00 or 5 a.m. (Thank you for that, Thor).
Jeff and I open the shutters and windows, douse ourselves in mosquito spray and head outside to enjoy a cappuccino and watch Heidi and Thor romp in the yard.
It’s quite pleasant.
Then the sun rises . . .
The house gets shut again — like a cave.
We try to keep the heat out as best as we can.
For the life of me, I can’t understand why these houses are not built with any type of insulating material. The only thing between our ceiling and the sun is . . . nothing.
Like me, Heidi and Thor are not big fans of the heat. They pass the day sprawled out on the cool tile floors.
I make a halfhearted, slow-motion effort to pick up the house and clean the floors, but mostly I sit and think about how much I don’t enjoy the heat!
The heat is my Kryptonite.
We have air conditioning units throughout the house, but the cost of electricity per kilowatt hour is 4 times more from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. than it is after 7.
We have to pick and choose when to consume, and we prefer to run the AC while we sleep.
By 8 a.m. our beloved coffee machine gets turned off. Party over.
I make sure all our laundry is washed and hanging on the line.
We have fans running 24/7 just to circulate the air and help with moisture evaporation.
It’s quite a process. Summer survival in our little corner of Southern Italy.
The view is a little different when you’re not here on vacation . . .
But . . . I endured the heat of the oven for these healthy banana muffins and would do it again in a heartbeat!
The whole wheat flour and large chunks of nuts give these muffins a hearty, healthy taste and texture.
When I was photographing these, I removed the cupcake liners so I could get a better shot of the entire muffin.
I had a pile of liners stacked up on the table.
Jeff entered the room, took one look at the pile of liners and assumed I ate a mountain of muffins for lunch!
No, dear, I didn’t do that.
I’m completely amused he thought I would do such a thing. But now he’s got me thinking . . .