Just seeing those three words brings a smile to your face.
You can picture the butter flowing into the nooks. The crannies. The crunch. The taste. The Heaven.
Maybe a dollop of peanut butter.
Back when I was a kid my Mom usually bought the dreaded 'store brand' as Thomas' were deemed too expensive. Or something.
Every once in a while she would treat us and buy Thomas'. You know, the english muffin that the rich kids ate.
But wanna know something?
(And I've been keeping this quiet for the last few months because I thought it was just me.)
But old Uncle Thomas has changed his recipe or something because these Thomas' English Muffins are small and are lacking the nook. Lacking the cranny. They're hard to cut in half. They don't brown up nice in the toaster. They're a tad on the 'mealy' side. They're horrible. Possibly the worst english muffin on the market.
They probably had to do something to cut down on costs and thought they could just coast on their rep.
But they can't.
Thomas' English Muffins are dead to me. Bland and boring. And dead.
MORAL OF THE STORY?
Don't mess with my muffins!