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Muffin Top gone underground

Muffin Tops!

Spotted at the Balham Tube stop in the London Underground: a Muffin Top (not the edible kind, but half the double entendre of our blog name) in a gym advert. Funnier still: check out the Oxfam ad to its right, an advert for Oxfam and world hunger.

Do they do this on PURPOSE?

I had a great time in London, Paris, Edinburgh, and then London again. A wonderful time of year, many sights, many sensations, and of course, the food. It was our umpteenth visit to London, and our love for that city (and its yummy goodness has not faded at all.

In Paris, we ate at L’as du Falafel in a late night, jetlagged, midnight run to the Marais. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen L’as du Falafel without a line.

l'as du falafel, falafel sandwich

I saw cakes that looked too good to eat at Fauchon. And bought a tin of Earl Grey with blue cornflowers at the shop upon recommendation from a friend. We’re going to do a taste test between Mariage Freres Earl Grey French Blue and Fauchon’s equivalent.


Ohhhhhh…and Pierre Herme macarons. My husband urged me to buy a whole box, but dummy me, I only bought one. I savored that rose macaron slowly, begging the synapses in my brain to remember the taste. I still remember it now. I was sitting on a bench next to St. Sulpice, my hair whipping in the wind, taking mini-bites of the rose cookie and then the buttercream….

Pierre Herme macarons

Back in London, we made our usual stop for martinis at Antonio’s (where I met fellow Muffin Top blogger Patrick of the famed homemade tortilla chips irl for the first time!)…and I resisted the urge to buy every piece of candy in the candy aisle…


And braved the Saturday afternoon crowds at Borough Market…


I visited Monmouth coffee in Covent Garden…

Monmouth Coffee

And made the mandatory stop at Neal’s Yard…

Neal's Yard

By the end of my trip, I wondered about the size of my muffin top.

What is a “muffin top?”

I won’t really eat a whole muffin, just the muffin top. Even before those fancy shmancy “muffin top molds” came out (you know, the kind that enable someone to JUST make muffin tops), I would twist off the top of a muffin and then…toss the cup part of the muffin aside.
Who wants to eat the chewy non-browned bottom of a muffin when you can eat the caramelized, browned, crunchy muffin top?

I love those kinds of muffin tops.

I’m also trying to learn to like MY muffin top. You know, when your belly bulges/hangs over the tops of your jeans/pants. When I’m wearing a snug pair of jeans and eat a big meal, I’ll get a muffin top. I used to have a permanent muffin top, so this is progress.

I like that calling my belly fat a “muffin top” makes the whole thing cuter and more delicious to me.

So this blog is an homage to muffin tops–the literal kind, and the figurative kind. This blog is about food and eating. Muffin tops, muffin tops!

and just so you know, here is the backstory to the blog’s name:

I wore my skinny jeans today, a pair of Blue Cult jeans I purchased a year ago with great optimism. I could BARELY get my legs into them, and I could NOT button them up, but they were $25 (down from $200) at a discount store. “What the hell,” I thought, “This might be a good gamble.”

It paid off today. They were snug, but they fit!

But then after lunch (a wonderful meal of Vietnamese food), I had a MAJOR muffin top. My stomach was pudging over the waistband. Thank goodness I wore a loose blouse.

“I have a muffin top!” I shrieked in the office.


“A muffin top!”

One of my coworkers started laughing. “That is the cutest thing ever!” he said. “A muffin top!?”

And then, at that very moment, I announced, “That would be an AWESOME name for a blog!”

And so, this blog was born.