Matt and I were right in the middle of writing love letters to each other. We were at The Art of Marriage conference last weekend, sitting quietly in a room by ourselves, doing our assigned project. I was writing my heart-felt thoughts to him, reliving on paper about the time we met and about the qualities he had that attracted me to him. It was beautiful. I was teary eyed and feeling nostalgic.

And that’s when it hit me.

I’d forgotten to put the sucanat in the Chocolate Chocolate Chip Muffins I had baked for the kids to wake up to that morning. 

Why? Why does my brain work this way? We will probably never know. But somewhere in between writing “I love what a great daddy you are to our boys” and “Thank you for showing your love to me in so many ways” my brain shifted all the way back home and I began thinking about what the boys might be doing and if they were okay and if they’d found the muffins I’d made for them for breakfast. 

And somewhere within those few seconds of thinking about muffins, I thought through the steps I’d taken and recognized that I had not gotten out the jar of sucanat (sugar), opened it or measured it out. The muffins were made of flour, cocoa, baking powder, salt, milk, eggs and coconut oil…no sucanat. I’d thrown in a few chocolate chips, which may have added a little bit of sweetness, but probably not enough.

I didn’t mean to gasp, right there while we were writing our love letters. I didn’t mean to take Matt away from his “You’re so beautiful, I’m so glad God put you in my life” phrases. But I couldn’t help it. 

Our sweet silence was shattered as I blurted, “I forgot to put sucanat in the muffins for the boys!”

There was obviously nothing we could do about the muffins during that moment, so we had a little chuckle together about how quickly the boys might have realized that the muffins weren’t at all sweet and what else they’d found to eat. Then we carried on with our letter writing.

At home later we found exactly what we had expected:  Four muffins with one bite taken out of each of them and all of the rest of the muffins still on the tray.

So the next question of course was, “What should we do with all of these muffins?” We just didn’t have the heart to throw them away. Surely they could be salvaged somehow.

Matt was the one who had the brilliant idea. He’s always the brilliant one (and I may or may not have told him that in his love letter). He suggested that we make my yummy hot fudge sauce recipe to drizzle over the top of the muffins to add some sweetness.

Perfect.  I made some hot fudge, whipped some cream, and we had one of the most delicious breakfast treats ever.

It was a perfect chocolate fix, making us all hope that I will forget the sucanat in these muffins again sometime. :)

Oh, and by the way…all that love letter stuff I put in this post for you to read? All those phrases were cheesy ones that I just made up off the top of my head. What? You really think I’d tell you what we wrote in our love letters to each other? Yeah, I don’t think so. :)