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By mid-morning the snow has started, and I decide to bake. I've also been on a health kick lately, so rather than my usual brownies or cookies, I bake blueberry muffins with oats and cinnamon. When I take them out of the oven, I steal one and slather it with butter. The muffin is still piping hot, and the butter melts easily.
Over the course of the day and into the evening, I eat a second muffin and my son steals one, as well. At the end of the night, it is still snowing. The rest of the muffins will be saved for shovel-ready energy boosts in the morning. For now, though -- snow, snow, snow -- snow on. It's absolutely breathtaking.