Blueberry burst muffins, the boys are coming!

Y'all, these muffins are so good! An entire cup of huge, fresh blueberries plus lemon zest, cinnamon and peaches, and just a sprinkling of demerara sugar on top. Aah! The boys are coming home today, and I can't wait to see them. I'm not sure they've missed us much, and really, I might try to subtly shift the glom-dynamic towards one a little less so. If they can go a whole week with just an aggregate of 20 minutes of talking to me on the phone, then I definitely don't think they need to follow me to the bathroom and ask me to watch everything they do. I'm going to turn the tables on you little ones. Heh!

Blueberry peach muffins

I had the weirdest, most vibrant set of dreams last night and now feel wiped out and confused. All sorts of folks from all parts of my life showed up but not exactly as themselves. Nights when you may actually have slept but feel as if you didn't are the pits. The boys woke me up just before 6 and although they have been sweet and funny, they are also heavily into "private parts" being included in every sentence and activity: the butt walk (they put their butts together, link arms and walk); Private Part River and City (WTF?); a dance which includes not insignificant slapping of their own crotches (I tried to tell them that as they get older, that will NOT feel good, but to no avail; Jack simply asked when- how many years until that happened?). I don't know! Anyway, during the hullabaloo, I managed to make a cup of coffee and these awesome muffins. Blueberry peach with cinnamon and lemon. Mamma mia!