My daughter is growing up. Actually, both of my kids are. I know…pretty crazy, right? Kids…that are growing up?!! What?!!
It’s true though. They started out like waaaay smaller than they are right now. I swear. I even have the pictures to prove it…
But that’s not really the point here so let’s get back to the business at hand shall we? And what business is that, you ask? Why, the business of bluenana berries and my baby girl who’s not really a baby anymore, of course.
My daughter is seven years old and seven is the age that kids stop being little and start being cool. I can’t pretend to understand all the ins and outs of achieving 2nd grade coolness but apparently it requires having a best friend who is a year older and, therefore, a coolness authority, rifle through your things in order to gauge the coolness value of everything you own. Then, based on that assessment, you must do two things: 1) never stop begging your parents to buy you more of determined cool things and 2) always pretend like you don’t even know how or why you even have the uncool things because you never even liked that stuff anyways.
The problem is that, during this appraisal process, my name seems to have been inadvertently left off of the cool list. I’m sure it was just a mistake and obviously I’m appealing the decision but until it all gets sorted out I currently find myself persona non grata, subject to constant eye rolling, an ever increasing amount of exasperated sighing and a myriad of comments regarding my embarrassing dorkiness.
I’m honestly not the kind of mom that gets all sentimental and weepy as I watch my kids pass from one stage of childhood to the next but I have to admit that there are times, like after being asked why I have to be soooooo embarrassing by the person that just spent the entire afternoon arguing with her bff about who’s better at whipping and who’s better at nae nae-ing (I can’t even tell you how jealous of you I am if you don’t know what that means) and singing the wrong words to crappy pop songs, that I miss my little girl. And that is why these Bluenana Berry Muffins are so important to me.
You see, when my daughter walked up to me wearing her sweetest, most innocent looking smile and asked if she could please, please, pllllleeeeaaaase have just one more of those yummy muffins? I looked at her like she was crazy and said Muffins?…What muffins? Only it was more like Muhhhins? Whaahhh muhhhins? because my mouth was really full of muffins.
Of course, secretly, I already knew exactly what muffins she was talking about. I mean, they were the only muffins in the house and I had just made them. Plus, like I said, I was actually in the process of eating one. Suffice to say I was able to connect the dots but sometimes I just like to play dumb and see where it leads.
In this particular case, it initially lead to lots of scrunched up facial expressions and a series of frenzied hand gestures in what I believe was an attempt at pantomiming a blueberry banana muffin. But then, after all the weird winking and arm flailing stopped, it happened. I watched her struggle to find that right muffin describing words until, finally, in her teeny, tiny voice, she said, you know, the ones with all the bluenanas in them and, just like that, I had my little girl back, even if it was only for a second.
I know that might not seem like that big of a deal, it’s just that I really don’t know how many more of these kinds of moments I have left before that little girl is gone forever. What I do know, however, is that, even if that ends up being the very last little kid moment I ever get to spend with my daughter, I will remember it every single time I eat a blueberry banana muffin for the rest of my life. And that is one of my very most favorite things about food. It has this amazing power to turn little moments that might otherwise just slip by into treasured memories we couldn’t forget even if we wanted to.
Ok, a couple of words on the actual recipe and then I’ll let you move on with your day. These muffins are an excellent treat for when diets start to feel too diet-y and restrictive. Compared to the standard banana bread or muffin recipe, these have a little less sugar and a lot less fat without sacrificing any of the taste and texture that made you crave a muffin in the first place.
They also freeze really well, which is a big bonus for me because when sweets are left on my counter top they tend to disappear…as in I just keep eating them until they’re all gone. But keeping a freezer door in between myself and these muffins seems to help keep my self control in tact. They’re there when I need them, out of sight when I don’t and defrosting them only takes 30 seconds or so in the microwave.