There’s a bit of a story behind this.
The boy decided to revolutionise the hallway of our house, this meant I had to find a place for the relegated cook books, the ones I am debating whether to get rid of or not.
One was The Fabulous Baker Brothers which I inherited from my step mum. I was flicking through it this morning looking for inspiration when I saw the recipe for Spinach Muffins, and thought that would be great for my work breakfasts.
Then I totally made the muffins instead.
Then I did the weekly food shop and saw that Spinach was on special offer and forgot that I had decided against making them on account of the fact I had made muffins and bought some.
As soon as I got home I said s*** when I remembered.
And spinach doesn’t exactly last long, and I am planning something mega and not involving spinach at all for dinner which will involve leftovers for lunches, so this left me pondering.
And I decided f*** it and made the muffins anyway.
They are delicious. Of course I have eaten some already. I had to check for poison.
In other news somehow I have managed to get down to my lowest weight all year so I will celebrate with an extra muffin. Yes, I am stupid.