If it was bedtime I might say this:
'Now I lay me down to sleep, I bless the Lord, my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I ask the Lord, my soul to take. Amen.'
Yup, muffins were made. I ate half of a mini one. The expected explosion of flavor which burst on my tongue was not there. The resultant miasma of ewwww stopped me in my tracks, though. I hope I don't get sick.
I learned, after commenting they tasted odd to me, they were an older box. Oy! Why didn't I look??? My poor abused tummy! And I was just thinking last night how I've only had one very serious tummy upset this summer. Also, from food, I surmise.