Unfortunately, The Girl didn't win.
So when she woke up this morning and said that she needed muffins. It was hard to resist. It started on Saturday when she offered to help me mop the floor. AS she pushed the broom forward her feet slipped from underneath her and she fell, really hard, on her bottom.
Yesterday, she fell, even harder, on her face.
She now wears a beautiful black and blue bump the size of a half dollar, right in the middle of her forehead. So this morning when she woke up and was bruised from top to, well, bottom, The Girl needed some of her Mama's muffins.
It's my favorite recipe given to me by my dear friend in the North, meh (that's her incognito/La Vida name until I can find something catchy). It's her French Puff recipe. They are good for what ails you.