Someone burned my chocolate chip muffin. Charred badness, no lovin came from my oven.
But wait.
Inside it was as light and fluffy as a cakey cloud.
The moral? Don't judge a muffin by it's crusty exterior. You might just miss the best part.
Former prairie punk pontificates and dishes the dirt on life, past and present.
1 comment:
You have opened my eyes! Muffins hold much more wisdom than once thought.
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