One of my favorite things

…is having a good breakfast on Saturday morning. And really, good breakfast just means anything other than cereal, oatmeal, or instant grits (my usual weekday breakfast fare). Sometimes it leads us to the bakery down the street for apple fritters the size of frisbees; sometimes it takes us to McDonald’s or Wendy’s (we don’t have Hardee’s here, people…I know…what is wrong with Louisiana?!); and still other times it means I’m cooking biscuits & gravy, or omelets, or pancakes (actually, Jake cooks the pancakes in this household). But this morning, it meant cinnamon muffins. I’ve been wanting to try my hand at food photography for quite some time now, but I have a hard time resisting the urge to just dig in long enough to grab my camera and take a few pictures. I had that restraint this morning, and the picture you see below resulted. Notice there’s only one picture. That’s all I could handle. You can’t really expect me to stand around forever taking pictures while the muffins are getting cold, can you? No. You can’t. So enjoy the picture, because the rest of the muffins went to work with Jake. I’m fairly certain that even if no one else touches the muffins, Jake won’t bring any back home. He really has a thing for cinnamon & sugar…