Rest assured, I am not here to spoil the party. By “the party” I mean the best kind of conspiracy (sorry, Bigfoot hunters): the big delusion in which we all decided that blueberry muffins are not cake and therefore a breakfast item. We buy into this lie because we want to believe, man! And in this case, no one loses. It’s a wonderful thing, and the very picture of cultural unity.
So… That’s the spirit in which I’m presenting these decidedly hippie-ish ones to you. Please don’t take these babies as an affront to the classic blueberry muffin. Airy, fluffy, whiter-than-white baked goods never hurt anyone; but then again, neither did whole grains and Greek yogurt and all that down-to-earth jazz.
Sometimes you want breakfast and then you want to go do things. Hustlers don’t stop, and we need lasting fuel.