I am a culinary goddess.

I baked some Snickers and chocolate muffins the day before.

And oh, Lord, save me!

I am popping them like Popeye attacking his spinach!







And I just baked another batch, with more chocolate chunks inside...



DIE!



Edit: I was talking to the boyfriend, and he praised that my muffins looked delicious in the picture.
So I told him, "Okay then, I'll have one on your behalf!"
Sort of like an honorary muffin, y'know.

So I just had another muffin.
At 2.30am.

Well, hello, big tummy.