Often, not always, but often, I like to do things a little over the top. Make a production. Get a little overly dramatic about mundane things.
In a good way, of course. It’s fun. It’s appreciated. I just like to. Ok?
Blame the Leo in me if you have to. (Insert shameless birthday plug here- it’s only 10 days away! Prepare for mental breakdown…)
Anyway, this weekend I have a couple of houseguests making their yearly trip to Chicago. Having out-of-towners come in is always fun for me because I get to show them MY city.
Yes, it’s like I own it.
I also get to do things like make a big deal out of meals. As a single girl, I don’t often make a big deal out of everyday dinners. What’s the point? It’s not time efficient. And God knows if there’s one thing I’m always short on, it’s time.So I wait. And wait. And wait for people to come visit.
And then when they finally come, it’s so ON.Breakfast is the meal I’ve been focusing on this time around. It’s the most important meal of the day. And how bad of a friend would I be to deny them anything but the best?
I didn’t even have to break out a mixer!
Or cupcake liners- you break them out of the tin while they’re still warm to dunk them in butter and sugar/cinnamon goodness.Obviously, this was the part where I burned my fingers a little (because it’s not baking with Amy unless someone gets hurt). But it was worth it. These muffins were easy and quick.
As in, I made them while my roomie watched a dvr’d episode of Two and a Half Men. It was pure luck that I had nutmeg on hand for this one. JUST bought it a couple weeks ago randomly. Often, I skip it if a recipe calls for it, but this time I think the muffin would have been lacking without. Whew!
My thoughts? Andrea was right. It’s like eating an old school sugared donut.
A perfect addition to balance out any breakfast. You know I’m right.I also threw in a batch of pumpkin chocolate chip muffins. For good measure.
My guests aren’t coming until later today (and won’t have breakfast until tomorrow morning), but I baked everything Wednesday night for good reason.
1. It was something I could make ahead of time and really it was the only night left open before they get here.2. It had been too long since the last time I visited my friend Jaime and baby Summer. And I never go over there empty-handed. I made a baby shower promise to provide a constant supply of baked goods.
Plus, Jaime probably wouldn’t let me through the door without treats in hand.
Don’t get any ideas, mom.