today, I came home to find that my mother had baked blueberry muffins in my absence. and not just any blueberry muffins: smitten kitchen's perfect blueberry muffins.

these are, indeed, perfect --

(buttery, blueberry-y, not too sugary; in short, not cupcakes who forgot to put their icing on)

-- a fitting end to a day that involved my fourth lunchtime burrito bowl in a row, a Jo Nesbø novel worth re-reading, and the inauguration of my personal senior-year-birthday-present policy (which is, essentially: everyone gets a book! i've thought long and hard about this. first up is Arthur C. Clarke's RENDEZVOUS WITH RAMA.)