My son currently has 4 teeth coming. Let me repeat : FOUR. At ONCE. And let me just say he isn’t the most graceful teether. I’ve read about children either reacting to teething or not (who are those kids, and what the hell is in their milk. Share.) However I’ve also learned that it is an excuse for everything. I can’t go to the gym today because well my son is “teething”. I have to buy three pints of ben and jerrys because of “teething”. I need to nap instead of work because my son has been “teething”. I’m a raging bitch today because my son is “teething”. It never fails. I’ve used this excuse for everything I’m beginning to forget who is actually suffering here. Sorry baby child.
But with this teething that is going on there is also some major growth happening. He’s hangry on the regular. A hangry teether. DAH. Recipe for disaster. Or in this case, it forced me to develop a recipe that is a protein packed sweet with a little chew to kill both of his needs in one bite.
Healthier pumpkin apple muffins. Tis the season. I originally was going to create the most delicious apple streusel muffins however as I was developing the recipe I had to keep tucking my love handles into my denim and decided that maybe this time I should lighten thangs up. If not for my hineys sake, for the health of my son and his current needs.
These muffins are not only great for the hangry teether, or every good samaritan but also for on the go snacking, or whenever you’re in a rush. I just freeze them in a ziplock bag and then if I know I’m going to be out running around I’ll just heat up and be on my way.
If you would like to sweeten this up a little bit more, melt some butter in a small bowl, and then mix together cinnamon/sugar in another (3 parts sugar, one part cinnamon). Dip the tops of muffins in the melted butter and then roll them in the cinnamon/sugar mixture. Ta-da.
apologies for the “shortened” post. If you’re following me on insta then you realize I went to Taylor Swift last night and my mind was blown. Therefore writing is difficult and my new and maybe not so much “improved” tiny bopper self needs to hit the hay. Or. Shake it off.