Some mornings, my mom used to wake up early and bake pumpkin muffins that we could eat before school. They were almost too hot to touch, and each one greeted you with a symphony of steam and melted chocolate. It made any day special. Today I wanted to give my husband that fresh-from-the-oven, I-made-this-just-for-you feeling.
Ha. I am not my mother.
Muffin-making in the wee sma's takes a fair bit of planning. You have to know where the ingredients are. You need to have clean utensils like measuring spoons, mixing bowls, and muffin tins. A cleared, flat surface is desirable.
Ha. I am not my mother.
I did plan to ask my husband to take the dogs out for a pee in exchange for a muffin.
I did plan not to hit SNOOZE.
I did hit it only twice, but the second time I accidentally hit DISMISS instead of snooze and woke up 38 minutes after the alarm first went off.
I did know where the ingredients were ... last week.
I did plan to pack the dishwasher, but I forgot, and when I finally shuffled bleary-eyed into the kitchen my husband was eating cereal out of a cheese container and spreading peanut butter onto his sandwiches with the wrong end of a fork. Try finding measuring spoons in THAT.
When he was in the shower and I needed to wash the mixing bowl, I cried.
When he was still in the shower and I needed to wash the half-cup measure, I complained.
When he opened the dishwasher - effectively blocking all traffic to and from our tiny kitchen - I screeched, "YOU'RE PUSHING YOUR LUCK TODAY BUDDY!"
Screeched on the inside that is. On the outside it probably looked more like an panicky growl.
My husband left the house 29 minutes ago with a steaming hot muffin in a bowl. Stay tuned for the recipe.
And pictures of cold muffins because now I need to go to work.
Live, laugh, love ... and eat muffins!
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