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Thank y’all so much for putting up with my little temper tantrum yesterday.
I feel much better about the whole situation, and I truly appreciate you allowing me to take a step back away from food so I can get my feelings out. Writing is my release, and I feel blessed to have an outlet for my emotions as well as invisible internet friends to listen to my rants. Oh, and I so have a detective working the case now. So there’s that. I’m gonna get that sucka.
Anywho, you know that old cliche phrase “you are what you eat”?
If that were really the case, my husband would’ve turned into a 47,000 pound strawberry years ago, reminiscent of a blue and bloated Violet Beauregarde from Charlie and the Charlie Factory.
The man loves him some scrawberries.
Every Valentine’s Day I try to make some sort of new strawberry recipe for him: A. Because I love him and 2. Because I am desperately trying to make up for the absolutely *HORRID* birthday cake disasters I’ve put him through over the years.
Disaster number one was around our first birthday celebration together (our b-days are two weeks apart). Will’s mom makes this absolutely divine four layer cake that is bursting with fresh strawberries and is dripping in their vivid red juices that slowly saunter their way through the mounds of whipped cream fluffed between the layers, seducing you like the little red devil sitting on your shoulder that’s telling you it’s totally fine to eat 17 slices before supper.
The thing is unbelievable…and the first time I made it was a disaster.
I was so excited when I got the recipe from Will’s mom. I was prepared and picked up everything from the store that she told me to and, since I’m a horrible baker and totally forgot to put flour in a cake once (yeah, that was lovely) I followed her instructions and used a boxed cake mix. That was the super easy part. What wasn’t easy was trying to cut those two suckers in half. Another fact? I somehow thought it was a bright idea to buy the mix that was the super moist (*wince*) kind that melts in your mouth, so the second I split one of the layers in two, it crumbled in my hands.
I immediately launched into all out panic mode.
Then I tried to cut the second layer and it crumbled as well which was just a total caketastrophe, and then I may or may not have screeched like a banshee then thrown the thing against the wall and sat down and had a glass of wine. This gorgeous cake I intended to make for my new boyfriend totally looked like an impregnated sheep with a bad case of acne.
So not pretty, and let me just say the caketastrophes became a tradition from that point on.
Luckily these strawberry muffins are nothing like that, and they taste like a less messy strawberry shortcake. They are packed full of protein, are dense and delicious, and are the perfect mix of tart and sweet. I’ve made two batches so far and neither one of them lasted more than a day. They are the perfect pick me up to serve your man for breakfast on Valentine’s Day.
These muffins, which are speckled with sweet morsels of fresh strawberries, are made with Greek yogurt which make them super thick and dense yet somehow keep them light and fluffy. I can tell you right now these muffins aren’t like the ordinary muffins you pick up from your local grocery store bakery which is probably a good thing. Unlike something like my pumpkin pie muffins, these bad boys make me completely forget about the rest of the world until lunch time.
That sounds like the perfect excuse to play hooky and serve breakfast in bed on Valentine’s Day, doesn’t it?
Getting to know you…
Have you ever ruined a recipe?
What’s your love’s favorite family recipe?
Are you going to play hooky on Valentine’s Day?