Last night, after an award worthy day of swimming, park playing, catching fireflies and eating lots of icy treats, we came home to make these blueberry muffins. It was almost 9 when we got home, but I had already promised the kids that they could help make them. As soon as they were mixed up I told them they had to go to bed.
“Because you are 7 & 8 and we have a loooooong day tomorrow, that’s why!”
I don’t know if you have ever had the muffin in the oven experience, but it is almost impossible to sleep with that incredibly sweet, intoxicating smell. About 15 minutes after I thought they were alseep HayMan whispers from his couch (he’s a little scared of sleeping in his room by himself)
“You are torturing me!” (said with martyr like agony)
<insert heart melt here>
About 10:30, I finally pull out the most delicious looking muffins I have ever beheld.
Just then a little head peeps around the corner of the kitchen wall. Hope in bold print all over his little face. And her face.
‘Come on.” I tell them, ” You gotta taste this!!!”
I pull out the ice cream, there is only a tiny scoop left, but it’s for the cause, so…
We break a hot muffin in half and scoop the ice cream in the middle, HayMan’s eye grow bigger and bigger as the steam rises from the bowl. He gets the first bite. He nearly explodes, he has to cover his mouth to muffle the squeal of delight as the flavors take over his senses. Cher-Bug’s first bite is almost just as sweet, her eyes get big, the corners of her sleepy mouth start curling up into a huge grin.
We take turns, one bite each, till the muffin and ice cream are gone. With satisfied taste buds, they head back to bed, after, of course, giving their big sister a very well deserved hug.