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the meanest trick Mama ever pulled
Jan. 13th, 2014 09:15 pm(was totally an accident, or, well, thoughtlessness, not malice)
So last week I made some banana bread mini muffins with the kids, and put chocolate chips in them. Q *really* liked them. "Mah-fin!" he would demand, and shove the whole mini-muffin into his mouth. "Uh-er one! Mah-fin!" I cut him off at two, for one snack of the day, and oh the sadness when another one did not follow.
This week I thought I would try something different, and pulled up a recipe for "greek pizza muffins" with olives and feta and sauteed red pepper. I told the kids we were making muffins and got out the bowl. "Nana!" Quentin said, excited. (He really liked mashing it.) "Oh, no, honey", I told him, "No banana, these are different muffins this time, but I think you'll like them." The kids helped dump in and mix ingredients, we baked them, the timer rang - "Mah-fin! Hot ov-fen!" So excited. We let them cool. We tried them.
"Mah-fin," Q objected, heartbroken, spitting his out. What was this thing? Not a muffin. He wiggled down from my lap and ran over to the counter near the stove and looked around in confusion. Where were the muffins? Didn't Mama say there were going to be muffins? "Mah-fin!" he called a few times, just in case. But there were no muffins. Only sadness.
(Junie didn't like them either, despite loving olives and red pepper. I could hardly stop eating them, except the whole point was to make something for Junie's lunches and Q's snacks. Sigh.)
So last week I made some banana bread mini muffins with the kids, and put chocolate chips in them. Q *really* liked them. "Mah-fin!" he would demand, and shove the whole mini-muffin into his mouth. "Uh-er one! Mah-fin!" I cut him off at two, for one snack of the day, and oh the sadness when another one did not follow.
This week I thought I would try something different, and pulled up a recipe for "greek pizza muffins" with olives and feta and sauteed red pepper. I told the kids we were making muffins and got out the bowl. "Nana!" Quentin said, excited. (He really liked mashing it.) "Oh, no, honey", I told him, "No banana, these are different muffins this time, but I think you'll like them." The kids helped dump in and mix ingredients, we baked them, the timer rang - "Mah-fin! Hot ov-fen!" So excited. We let them cool. We tried them.
"Mah-fin," Q objected, heartbroken, spitting his out. What was this thing? Not a muffin. He wiggled down from my lap and ran over to the counter near the stove and looked around in confusion. Where were the muffins? Didn't Mama say there were going to be muffins? "Mah-fin!" he called a few times, just in case. But there were no muffins. Only sadness.
(Junie didn't like them either, despite loving olives and red pepper. I could hardly stop eating them, except the whole point was to make something for Junie's lunches and Q's snacks. Sigh.)
