it all started with a google search to find a recipe for a muffin with cranberries and ginger and coconut milk (and without butter, milk, buttermilk, etc.). i found a recipe. the addition of oats seemed like a good and healthy thing when i first looked at the recipe, and i’m usually one to cut the amount of sugar in recipes but even i thought the stated amount looked small. and then there was the odd amount of baking soda. but my desire for something cake-like while the kids napped was stronger than my desire to keep searching for a different recipe.
it would have been easier if they had been ugly but throwing them away was the only merciful option for our taste buds and stomachs. they are actually deceivingly pretty little things. omar even noted (before they’d been tasted) that they looked like something worthy of a picture. so here it is.
the worst part is that the boys knew these were in the oven. they’ll ask for them when they wake up. and then i’ll tell them i threw them away. “why?” will be the next question and then the kicker is that i’ll have to tell them i screwed them up. they love knowing when we mess something up. really love. i like to think (hope?) that it is just because they are hitting an age where they actually realize mama and papi don’t do everything perfectly (understatement).
next, they will feel that it is their duty to tell everyone we come in contact with that, “my mama made muffins and messed them up!” everyone. and then they’ll give a little list of recent things we’ve screwed up. like forgetting to put asher in a diaper during nap time thus proving to us all he is not completely potty trained yet. or about the time that papi broke their tractor. or the time i tripped one of them. i could go on. oh, wait! i don’t need to go on because i made the world’s worst muffins and will have to tell them this so they’ll be able to keep the list going for me. nice.