I’m currently sitting in my nice comfy bed, propped up with the computer on my lap, and all is well. Or, getting well. But here’s a little reader-friendly recap of where I’ve been over the last two days: comment icon 82 more comments on the couch, covered with blankets, freezing cold, and news flash: that’s not normaltaking my temperature and confirming a feverat the mall, buying a new computer to replace Bjork’s almost broken one (of course)keeled over a case of iPhone covers, holding my stomach in pain in the doctor’s office getting my stomach proddedat the hospital getting tested for parasitesin the car driving to a different hospital for more testinggetting an ultrasound to check for appendicitishaving blood drawn to prep for possible CT scanin the CT scan waiting room trying to get the quickest appointmenton an international call with my dad, Dr. dad, at 4am, in the middle of a hospital hallwayback home in bed after getting an alternate diagnosis and deciding to wait on the CT scanat the pharmacy picking up more Gatoradeat the airport picking up my sisters(yes, at the airport picking up my sisters! eep!)on a chat with my dad about how many of each pill to takein bed watching My Best Friend’s Wedding and drinking Gatoradevowing never to eat anything again Not really, but food and I aren’t really friends at the moment. Sometimes… I have no idea what I’m doing in this life. Like did this all really just happen? During this mini-whirlwind, people have been so supportive of me and I feel like I can never say thank you enough. I’m getting tears in my eyes as I write this. THANK YOU. The orphanage staff that have given up parts of – no, their entire day – and taken me on a hospital runaround to get all the necessary tests and appointments. The doctors who have given their medical expertise just on seeing us in the hospital hallway. The teachers at the school who have covered my classes for two days, having no plans whatsoever to work from. My parents and in-laws who have called, texted, messaged, and even been willing to take calls in the middle of the night to offer medical and emotional support. My friends who have prayed and emailed and checked in to see how I was doing. My sisters who have pretended to be excited to sit around the house all afternoon on their first day in the Philippines while I lay in bed. Sometimes life is crazy. And now I will talk about coffee cake muffins. I made these muffins last weekend when my life was still somewhat put-together and I was still eating things. These muffins are not crazy. They’re predictable and normal and classically delicious in that way that coffee cake can be. They were fluffy with a thick struesel layer in the middle. And you could even add a little more struesel to the middle. I think that’s everybody’s favorite part anyways. Don’t have a jumbo muffin tin? Me either. Still worked. But if you have one, use it. These deserve to be jumbo. 4.3 from 17 reviews
