Last night, snowflakes descended on our world with a fury. A 13 inch fury to be exact. And while I'm not necessarily looking forward to shoveling out of this mess for work tonight, I am loving this morning where I can look outside and wish with all that's in me for a pair of snow pants. Because there's nothing more inviting that a foot of unaltered snow that's just begging to be played in. However, all of my snow gear still resides at my parents's house, so...in celebration of snowpocalypse 2011, I baked. Snow-topped muffins.
And if you've never had a blue-berry, snow-topped muffin, come on over. I'll share-- well, at least one bite.