I'm house/dog-sitting for my parents this weekend, because dad is riding in the MS 150 down in Columbia, MO, and my mom is there volunteering and taking care of him at night after he rides 100 miles each day (grosssss).
So I reached into the freezer of my house and as I pulled out the carton of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, I saw five muffins in a plastic baggie. And I was instantly taken back to the early days of school, when I still lived at home (obviously).
I've always loved bananas AND chocolate chips. Mom used to make huge batches of banana-chocolate-chip bread and muffins. She would freeze the muffins in batches so that they would keep and not get icky. Emme and I would run down the stairs in the morning, sometimes in our uniforms, sometimes not, sometimes with our hair and teeth brushed, but sometimes not. Our breakfast consisted of cut up cantaloupe and honeydew some mornings (which I later found out I was allergic to...yikes!), or cereal, or toast with jam...but my favorite mornings were the mornings when we had muffins. Mom would take them out of the freezer, pop them in the microwave for a bit, and then put some butter on top and they would be plopped where Emme and I sat, waiting for us.
They were SO good. I loved how hot they were. They tasted and felt like they had just come out of the oven...but they hadn't! It was like magic.
Anyway. Now I'm engaged, not living at home, almost finished with school. Almost ready to have a real job. And yet I am still at home, still ready to eat muffins at a moment's notice.
I'm totally have some of those for dinner tonight. Heated up in the microwave with a slab of Country Crock on top.