7am, Saturday morning. B and I hopped on a train to Edinburgh.
I hate starting holidays on the wrong foot, so we settled in to our seats armed with breakfast. An old family weekend favourite: baklava muffins.
I read on one blog somewhere that these were more cake than muffin. That that made them more like pudding. I disagree. They are breakfast. What makes them even more definitely breakfast is that they are even better and richer and sweeter and nuttier with a spread of butter and a drizzle of honey.
One four and a half our train journey and multiple muffins later and we arrived in Edinburgh. It's cold up here.
The recipe can be found in Nigella's How To Be a Domestic Goddess, which I'm sure is somewhere on your bookshelf. If not, you're in luck, as someone's published it here.