I enjoy baking. Mostly the boys get the benefit of my desserts—and bread, of course. But for some reason I tend to only make muffins to give away. Like this month I'm making a dozen every Sunday to bring to church, to encourage other people to do the same and diversify our food offerings away from just bagels (it's working already!). Why don't I make muffins just for us?! Yesterday morning I decided to break that pattern, and we had blueberry muffins with our breakfast. Which shows up the best part of baking for family: you don't have to worry about things coming out perfect! I guess blueberry muffins are pretty common, but for whatever reason they haven't been something I've really ever made. Probably because I have better things to do with my blueberries! But now Leah and Zion are really into frozen blueberries, so they're perpetually available.
As it happened yesterday's muffins came out quite acceptably. The only interesting thing was their color: the thawing berries turned the batter a beautiful purple, which I thought was lovely; but when they cooked they came out green, which was less so. Still tasty. They're all gone now. I'll make more soon: my family deserves muffins too.