But when I walked in and you stared at me in that way a only a muffin can stare (innocent and alluring at once), I toppled into your delicious depths of tasty custard. Oh, apple pie, what do you think of me now? My desires betray me. This muffin was soft, tasted like a proper muffin and was filled to the brim with custard. Sant Jordi, the old Xamfra.