Charles and I drive into town to walk for two miles five days a week. We often see people we know. Even get some recipes sometimes.

We ran into a long time friend last Thursday and the first thing he wanted to know was had we seen his woman. We see lots of them. It seems as if the men take off in one direction to do their little bit of shopping when the wife buys the groceries.

We pass by each entrance to the store on our walk. We see some women grab the basket and take off to de her shopping. Some men walk kinda beside them. Some about six feet from them. Then we see some standing in a specific spot when they are ready to go and there are those who sit on a bench patiently waiting, however most just walk the store looking. I find a lot of times that they are walking the same way the spouse is walking.

Charles pushes the buggy and I hold to the side of it. If we don’t have a buggy, I hold his arm. I stumped my toe at Pilots once and it took eight stitches to close up. So I hold on now, if I’m going down he is going with me.

Anyway, I guess the Franks found each, they weren’t in the store Friday.

Before I give  you the cranberry muffins, I am looking for a Boston Cream pie that has the filling in the middle of the pie, not in the layers.

This recipe mikes 36 mini muffins.

• 1 3/4 cup all purpose flour
• 1/2 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
• 2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 3/4 cups milk
• 1/4 cup butter or margarine, melted
• 1 egg, beaten
• 1 cup chopped fresh cranberries
• 1/3 cup chopped pecans
• 1 teaspoon grated lemon peel.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease or paper line mini cups. Combine flour brown sugar, baking powder and salt in a large bowl. Combine milk, butter and egg in small bowl until blended. Stir into flour mixture just until moistened. Fold in cranberries, pecan and lemon peel. Spoon into prepared muffin cups, filling almost full.

Bake 15 or 17 minutes or until wooden toothpick inserted into the middle comes out clean. Remove from pans, cool on wire racks.

Gooder’n Syrup. Von