Twenty-seven is different from twenty-three, is different from nineteen, is different from fifteen. Lookit me, math major, show me your Texas Instrument, let’s do this! Fifteen jelly beans is WAY different from twenty-seven jelly beans. Twenty-seven years old is not at all twenty-one years of age. You can fact check that one up and down, doesn’t make it any less true.
There comes a time in your twenties (27 to be exact) when things begin to dawn on you. It dawns on you that you may be less of a badass than you used to be. In some ways. And way more of a badass in other ways.
For instance, you can hold about 1/7 the amount of liquor today as you could when you were
seventeen twenty-one, but you can fillet a mignon like there’s no tomorrow. Take that, seventeen twenty-one year old!
You’re not the bulletproof sonofabeehive you were when you were twenty-two, dating three guys at once. On the flip-side, you, my dear, have a heart now. WAY more badass than being bulletproof.
You likely would never go on that two-month long road trip again. The one during which you and your best friend slept in your car, “borrowed” continental breakfast from every Holiday Inn Express across the nation, and washed your hair three times…in two months. You probably wouldn’t repeat that at twenty-seven (or maybe you would, in which case, I highly recommend you borrow continental breakfast from the Holiday Inn Express. Every day), but you certainly will listen to as much Radiolab as possible. You may not cover as much ground, but your brain is freaking badass.
Year 25 hits and back fat happens. And. it. just. stays. there. Forever and always. It’s curvature. It’s the opposite of boney. It is badass.
Some days you jump off a cliff with your snowboard attached, and some days you bake muffins. It doesn’t make you any less badass. It just makes you hungry.
Things change, but not these muffins. These muffins will always work out for you. They’ll be warm when you need them to be, and they will be badassedly fluffy. Unless your baking powder is expired, and then wah waaaah…get new baking powder. They are, in a word: badass.
These gluten free sweet potato muffins are made with coconut flour and brown rice flour. They’re also naturally sweetened using maple syrup, making them a healthier alternative to your run-of-the-sugar-mill muffin. Does that give you license to slather butter all over them and drizzle more maple syrup on them? Youuuu betcha.
I know what you’re going to ask, and the answer is yes. Yes, you can use pumpkin for this recipe instead of sweet potato. But pumpkins are less rad than sweet potatoes. You can fact check that one up, down, and sideways, it doesn’t make it any less true.
You know what would go really well with these sweet potato muffins? Roasted sweet potato soup. Now get on wit cho badass self.