Weeknight dinners can start to feel oppressively repetitive. The constant need to think of something, anything to cook, and preferably something healthy, it can start to wear a girl down. When we had tacos YET AGAIN for dinner last Thursday, I knew a dinner rut was hitting our house big time. Inspiration was not striking, not even sneaking its way in with our bounty of coveted summer tomatoes and eggplants and melons. I wasn’t even getting a whisper about dinner. But these muffins on the other hand? I couldn’t stop thinking about them.