A Muffin Story
kimberly January 14th, 2010
I’ve been on a bit of a baking kick all week, and this morning, when I woke up at the ridiculously early hour of 4:30, I decided to surprise everyone with freshly baked muffins for breakfast. I know, I’m awesome. (Exhausted though, to the point where I later joined Leah for a two-hour nap because I could no longer keep my eyes open.)
Truly, it was wonderful to be able to have the kitchen all to myself without working around Adam’s mostly helpful but sometimes distracting attempts to fully participate in the baking process and Leah’s mostly successful attempts to wreak havoc while I have my hands full of dough or batter.
Flipping through my cookbooks, I settled on Zucchini Spelt Muffins from Vegan Brunch, as I quickly determined that it was one of the few recipes for which I had all the ingredients available.
I’ve made these muffins before and the results were, predictably, incredible. I added the optional cup of raisins since everyone here loves the added sweetness. Adam declared them “delicious” and insisted on taking one for his afternoon snack to kindergarten this afternoon (he even wanted to take one for his teacher).
Once the sun came out this afternoon, I figured I now had a good chance of getting some halfway decent photos of the muffins, and since I had hoped to spend a good chunk of time with an iced coffee and my knitting, I set up my little photoshoot to capture my afternoon plans.
The first shot looked good, but I decided to take another.
What’s that in the top left corner? A finger?
Whose hand is that? And what is it doing on my muffin?
Um, Leah. What are you doing?
Leah quickly tried to shove as much muffin as she could possibly fit inside her mouth.
Busted!
A less-than-stellar photo of the now decimated (yet still delicious) muffin.
