|Well hey there, good-lookin.|
Since it's Valentine's weekend and all, we decided to make a batch of heart-shaped chocolate chip muffins this morning. Chocolate chips, as long as they're smashed into muffins, make for a completely acceptable breakfast.
Also, one should not feel too incredibly special. As I've shared before, this is the only muffin tin I own. So, if I withhold the making of muffins throughout the year and reserve them solely for Valentine's week, it appears I've gone the extra mile in more ways than one, no?
I assumed that the heart in the muffins stood for love. Kate, on the other hand, rightfully assumed that the heart wasn't just reserved for love, but also for "pumpin' all ya blood". Thank you for the early mornin' visual.
And the finished product of the highly-esteemed just-add-water-recipe:
|Note to self: tackle Kate's fingernails this weekend|