Barnstorming on an Invisible Segway

When I was young, I shied from English muffins like a vampire from sunlight. The mere existence of Egg McMuffins confused and revolted me. I was convinced English muffins were formed of some appalling cacophony of bizarre flavors and textures. Then I finally got forced by pressure or hunger into eating one and was like, "Oh, wait, this is just a baked good like any other baked good."

I was a weird little kid.

Anyway, I am very glad to hear of your muffin enjoyment, though my brain keeps reading your post wrong and thinking you had eggplant slices with blackberry peach jam.