N. shame caused by the quality of one’s muffins

Earlier this week, I made a bunch of muffins because when I have the time, and even when I don’t, maybe I’m the kind of person who would like for her husband to ideally have a homemade baked good each day with his breakfast, and also because baking is the single most productive form of procrastination. I made said muffins, Vivian Howard’s Twin Muffins, a recipe she whipped up with squash and dried cherries and pecans and whole wheat flour, to trick her twins into eating things that are good for them. But I definitely underbaked them, so they are only like 70% as good they should be, and each day when I pass them, I feel a deep sense of a shame that can only be described as Muffin Shame, and if I can’t document that here then I genuinely do not know what this blog is for.