who are radical muffins?
radical muffins are world-changing people of a muffin-y disposition.
we crave global justice and fresh figs. We’re the practitioners of generous domestic witchiness and epicurean white magic. We’re the culinary story-tellers and casserole historians, calling for food not bombs.
smarty-pants librarians in stripy stockings who ride old red bicycles with baskets trimmed in fake flowers, heaped with real produce from Union Square. The saucy grrrls armed with Grandpa’s cookie recipe, and the spicy bois with muffins in the oven. We’re hippies in rhinestones & trannies in platform boots, wielding wooden spoons.
Bettie Page & Martha Stewart’s love child
we’re lady-like Bad Asses, vegan anarchist bombshells, nuns with secret identities, dumpster-diving princesses, sex kitten rebel-rousers, and whiskey drinking kitchen divas.
some of us love to travel, and some of us never leave our home towns. many of us are enthusiastic nappers.
if you have found yourself here – maybe you are cookin’ up some sort of peace/love/revolution/reckoning/reconciliation/art&soul too. Thanks for visiting. Glad to have you in my metaphysical kitchen.
what’s your recipe?
cosmic johnny appleseed said,
August 3, 2007 at 3:16 am
Que pasa Radical Muffin,
I dig your literary wit. It’s got a natural flow like any good wave. Whiskey drinking kitchen divas and sex kitten rebel rousers are terms I will definitely remember.
Hear ya’ on the food issue. It’s as if most people don’t care as long as it is cheap and lots of it. Our species, as a whole, is spiraling downward because our butt cheeks are clinched too tightly about shit that doesn’t matter and we don’t even think about the true meat and potatoes of life. Anyway, bet we could ramble on and on forever about this.
I try to raise most of my own food. If only I could keep the coyotes out of my watermelons and cantaloupes. Argh!
Guess you visited my website a while back. Thanks for riding across my cosmic prairie. Perhaps our brainwaves will cross again. My recipe? Homegrown tomatoes and lots of laughin’ and dancin’ and lovin’.
peace, love, and watermelons – son of a farmer
Cristy said,
November 22, 2007 at 10:20 pm
Are you coming back?
everydaytrash said,
April 3, 2008 at 8:15 pm
I keep forgetting you have a blog. What a wonderful thing to discover and discover again!