If my kid bit into this muffin and discovered broccoli, seriously – he’d either puke, punch me in the face, or both.  And you know what, if I put this in his muffin I think I’d probably deserve it.

They’re celebrating this thing as if it’s some kind of cultural phenomenon and all I can think is what poor bored bastard ran out of ideas when cooking muffins and thought this seemed like a good idea.  What’s next, garlic clove snickerdoodle?  Cayenne pepper pudding?  Severed finger cornbread?