My entire family is participating in the Relay for Life this year. We’ve entered a team called Lefty’s Legacy in honour of my grandfather – nicknamed Lefty.
I thought it would be a great idea to bake muffins for the office, and ask for a donation if you want a muffin. Genius if you ask me, especially since the muffins at the cafeteria are overpriced and kind of dry.
I had some strawberries that needed to be used up, and I happened to find a fabulous/healthy recipe for Strawberry Cream Cheese Muffins. They turned out beautifully, and I left the cooling on a wire rack.
I then retreated to the basement and proceeded to hit the couch.
Andrew and I had the following dialogue (between floors) about an hour later:
Andrew: Amy, where are the muffins?
Andrew: How many did you make?
Andrew: There’s only 8 left.
The good (?) thing about Jersey? She has a guilty conscience. You ask in a mad tone “Who did that?” and she hits the floor and gives you a look like this:
Sure enough, I saw that very look on Sunday.
I laughed it off (kind of) and decided to try again last night, this time with banana wheat germ muffins.
Lesson learned: Don’t leave muffins within Jersey’s reach. You’d think I might have learned that the first time she ate them eh?