It should have been me…
Now that, that’s out of the way- Oh what Royal excitement! The third Heir to the throne has been born and Kanye West and Kim Kardashian’s baby North is SO left eating Prince William, Princess Kate, and their baby boy’s Royal dust. Thank. God. Bets on the name? Lil’ James Charles Philip- mark my words.
Since William and Kate were married on my birthday, April 29, obviously we have an unbreakable bond…. (awkward pause over). They exude everything that is timeless and classy, while still setting great marks in history, which is why I absolutely adore everything about them. For example, did you know that little Prince No Name is the first Heir to the Royal Throne not of full Royal blood? Times they are a changin’!
When I first heard the news, I jumped out of my chair, looked at one of my coworkers and proceeded to scream repeatedly, IT’S A BOY! I have literally been waiting for this day for 9 months…. as have million and millions of other people. But why care? Prince No Name was one of thousands of babies born on July 22. I care because it’s happy- it’s as simple as that. You turn on the news and it’s Zimmerman trial, shooting in Northeast Philadelphia, riots in the Middle East, which city is going broke, which country is the poorest, what is Amanda Bynes doing now to destroy my childhood memories – I mean seriously! I love the news, I L-O-V-E Brian Williams, but for the love of God can we just have one good thing to talk about on the 6 o’clock news? And can someone please bring Amanda Bynes circa 2003 back?! Or at least hose her down? Give her a bar of soap?
Moral of the rant, it’s nice to see something happy on the news and it’s fun to get excited about things like this every now and again. It’s nice to see a young happy couple, who are in the constant spotlight, remain, for lack of better words, normal. William drove Kate and the babe back to Kensington Palace. I mean come on that’s adorable! They didn’t have a fancy car or a driver. It was just him, her, and the babe. It was very sweet.
So to celebrate this newest Royal birthday of Prince No Name, I made blueberry muffins. Blue because it’s a boy- get it? Get it? I should have made scones. That would have been more English of me. Maybe for Royal baby number two.
1 1/2 Cups all-purpose flour
3/4 Cup white sugar
1/2 Teaspoon salt
2 Teaspoons baking powder
1/2 Teaspoon cinnamon
1/3 Cup vegetable oil
1/3 Cup whole milk
1/2 Teaspoon white vinegar
1 1/4 Cup blueberries
1/4 Teaspoon lemon zest
For the Topping
1/2 Cup white sugar
1/3 Cup all purpose flour
1/4 Cup cold butter, cubed
1 1/2 Teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 Teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 Teaspoon ground cloves
For the Muffins: Preheat the oven to 375 degrees fahrenheit and line a cupcake pan with liners. Whisk whole milk and white vinegar and let sit for 5 minutes. Sift together the flour, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, sugar, and nutmeg and set aside. In an electric mixer, beat the vegetable oil, lemon zest, and egg until well combined. Slowly alternate adding in the milk and dry ingredients, starting with the dry ingredients. Once well combined, mix in the blueberries. Using an ice cream scoop, fill cupcake pan in 3/4 of the way full with the muffin batter. Set aside.
For the Topping: In a small bowl, mix together the flour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and butter using a fork or your hands. It should form small lil’ pea-sized rounds. Sprinkle this on top of the muffins.
Bake the muffins for 15-20 minutes, or until it comes out tooth-pick clean.
Just so you know, when I’m baking, THIS is what is going on next to me.
Om nom nom. Daisy is eyeball-raping those muffins.
That being said, the photo bomb you made actually startled me for a quick second because I was like “WHOA! She looks exactly like Rachel in this one!”
Then I realized I’m an idiot and it WAS actually you. Go figure.
Moving on, yay for the baby on account of it being happy news. I agree. I don’t really care, but happy news is always good news. Plus, it apparently equals muffins in your mind, so more power to the babies!