breakfast.

suppose your man is from maine.
and suppose, being from maine, your man knows his way around The Blueberry. and two packs of beautiful, bright blueberries have been suspiciously stacked on the third shelf of your refrigerator since wednesday.

and suppose, one day, you walk into the kitchen and see glistening blueberries being introduced to their new best friend, the dough.

and then your “no more than six muffins in one weekend rule” is hard pressed to withstand the ultimate scrumptiousness of the resulting muffins.

well, in that case you’d have to sneak some, still warm and oozing sweet deliciousness, while your yankee has his back turned.

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