Breakfast Is Served

In our house, things like this are not really all that unusual.

Wilder loves muffins.

I bake them in bulk and then freeze them in batches of three to take out regularly.

I thought my stash was all gone but when I looked in the freezer one evening recently I was pleasantly surprised to discover a bag with one wee little muffin left.

“There’s breakfast,” I thought and placed the frozen muffin inside its bag on the counter to thaw through the night.

Next morning, I grabbed the bag and prepared to dump the muffin out.

Quickly, I realized that I was not actually holding a thawed banana bran muffin in my hands.

Instead, I was holding a former and forgotten science experiment that Kevin and the kids had been attempting.

A mushy, brown ball of mud.

A mud muffin.

Happy eating, Otto.