Pear Muffins

Now that it's Fall (I know it's not technically fall for a few more days, but tell that to the frost on my windshield.) I feel like baking is in order.
Hubs likes to point out that I usually bake on the hottest day of the year, because somehow, 98 degree weatherscreams, "freshly baked bread!" Whatever, he eats half a loaf before it even cools off.

Anyway, my neighbor has pear trees and I am so jealous. Last ear, he told us to pick some if we wanted, but as I mentioned before, I was hugely preggers with Tootsie and thought I'd better stay away from more projects than my very limited energy could stand. Oh, and also I guess there is something about front-heavy pregnant ladies not climbing ladders. So, we didn't take any pears last year.

This year is obviously a different story. In fact, I've been stalking said pear trees for weeks, ever since I saw the golden raindrops appear on it's branches.
Our neighbor is a dude, Hubs is a Dude. This automatically makes any business between our houses Man Work. I told Hubs over and over to ask if we could have pears this year. Do you think he asked?
He said, "I'm sure it's fine, just pick them."

So, I did. And then I Facebooked my neighbor to tell him what I'd done. His response?

"You know I have a neighbor who is a police officer. I might have to report you."

Good thing I know that police officer and he's scared of me.

 Pear Muffins from one of my favorite bloggers.

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They are tasty! Lovie and Tootsie gobbled them up. My mom showed up just in time to have one and I sent a few home with her for my dad. What a nice daughter I turned out to be.

Hubs ate one when he got home and the next morning told me he thinks these are his favorite muffins.