So I made some MFin' muffins, okay?
Geez.First I set my oven. Just like you said. You see?

I got out my goddamn ingredients.

My muffin papers are white because I am experimenting with minimalism.
Anyway I figured maybe like some of this would be all right.

So yeah, I chopped that shit up.

Time to melt the stupid butter.

Get in there.
Our microwave has special code numbering.

Normally when I am making popcorn or frozen dinners I use the timer on my phone instead. It's easier.

So melted. Take that.

Chuck the dry ingredients in a bowl. Forget to take a picture.
Add wet ingredients and stir real quick. Don't want flat muffins. No sir.

Yeah that's come together okay.

Add that fuckin' deliciousness.

Stir in it only just. Then I ladled it out real good.

Yeah, like this.

It didn't quite make 12.

Anyway I figured they wouldn't be awesome enough.
So I brought out some of this American Death Butter.

Get some of that stuff right in there.

Cover that nut butter up and stick 'em in the hot box.

Eat dinner (pasta cooked whilst making muffin batter).
Come back to your muffins 15 minutes later.
Not cooked. Not even.
Come back 5 minutes later.
Not cooked.
Check Google to make sure the little picture symbol you've turned the oven setting to is the right one.
Yup.
Come back 10 minutes later.
Still goopy.
Curse your goddamn oven for being so shit.
Come back 5 minutes later.
Moan at housemates about oven.
Come back 5 minutes later.
Moan some more whilst bitching about how ruined your muffins are fuckin' gonna be. Take them out and glare at the ugliness.

Unpeel a wrapper and poke at the just-barely-cooked batter inside.

Scoff the whole thing down while it's still tongue-meltingly hot.
Go back for a delicious second after downing cold apple juice straight from the bottle.
Lay back extremely satisfied.
