Someone call the SPCA!

Mom and Dad are mean to me.

I did NOT get one of Mom's crunchy on the outside, fluffy in the middle yeast muffins with tea.

Sure Dad petted me (and that blue thing in the side of the picture is Mom's YODA mat, where she sits like Jabba the Hut and tries and do stretchy things).

But I didn't get a MUFFIN!

She says grains make me sick to my tummy and gave me meaty treats but I wanted a MUFFIN! (especially with blackcurrant jam)

Here's the recipe if you want to be mean to YOUR dogs. 

Yeast Muffins (I think they were really good, my skinny Dad ate THREE of them)

Preheat oven to 400 F.

In a bowl mix: 

2 cups SELF RISING flour
1 Tablespoon and 2 teaspoons sugar

Note: if you don't have self-rising flour - add 3 tsp baking powder and 1/2 tsp salt to 2 cups regular flour.

In another bowl mix: 
1 teaspoon plus 1/8 teaspoon yeast (regular or rapid rise)
1 cup WARM (110 F.), NOT hot, water
Stir yeast water well and let sit five minutes.

Mix yeast water into flour mixture

Stir in:
1 egg
6 Tablespoons butter, melted (that's right, six tablespoons of buttery heaven)

 Batter will be lumpy. Put in greased muffin pans (makes 8) and bake for 20-23 minutes.

Wait!  Mom's still in her bathrobe but Dad's getting dressed!

Does this mean?

Really? (Note: our fridge is on wheelies and partially dissembled for some ongoing drywall repair.  Mom and Dad don't know that when they are asleep I roll it into the living room and attempt to steal the cheese).

I get to go roll in the last of the snow this morning before it melts.

Thanks Dad - I guess you can forget that call to the SPCA.