I wanted to make something tasty for breakfast. Something sweet and breakfasty like orange cranberry muffins. Yummm. So after googling a few different times, I came up with the perfect recipe... the one that I had all the ingredients for. I was so excited, it was going to be tasty, my kids were going to beg for more and Dan was going to wake up to wafting smells of excellence. As I stood mixing in the kitchen, with a crying and impatient Jonny at my feet ("give me breakfast now!!") I thought about taking pictures of the ingredients being added to document perfection in the making but since time was of the essence (now Leona and Emme were chiming in on the hungry cries) I opted to just mix and go. Finally all ingredients were mixed, placed in the oven and baking away. Eighteen short minutes later (a good six minutes longer than called for) and the muffins were as done as they were going to ever be. Here is where the pictures had to come in. I absolutely had to document and share my complete and epic failure.
When carefully scooped from their holder, the muffins could possibly be confused for a cranberry upside down cake... if there was such a thing and if it consisted of a caramelized cookie like top, bready insides and gooey cranberry bottom that is. Three of my kids said they were really good (I have them trained well), but proceeded to not finish even one and the fourth kid just crumbled his up and threw it on the floor... I probably shouldn't be offended by that though as he does it with most of his food. When Dan saw them he asked if they were bean muffins, upon which he followed up with "are the from scratch?" Hmmm, is it that obvious?! Lesson learned... next time I'll just go for my run and leave out the cold cereal for the kiddos.