🍯 Sunday Night Football and Sweet Honey Butter

Sunday night in my house usually means chaos wrapped in comfort — somebody’s yelling about fantasy football, someone else is asking where the remote went, and I’m usually trying to figure out what to feed everybody before halftime.

Last night was no different. My sister and my niece dropped by for Sunday Night Football, and before I knew it, the kitchen turned into the family hangout spot. The game was on, the chatter was loud, and I could already hear someone rummaging through the pantry like we were at a tailgate.

I looked at that Jiffy Cornbread mix sitting on the shelf — you know, that little blue box that never misses — and thought, “Okay, we’re doing this.”

Now, y’all know I don’t claim to be a chef. I’m a follow-the-box-directions-to-the-letter type of woman. So, I did just that. I mixed the batter exactly how Jiffy told me to — one egg, a little milk, a splash of banana imitation and a whole lotta hope. 😂

✨ The Little Helper and the Butter Bowl

So I pulled out my Hamilton Mixer, poured in some cold heavy whipping cream, and let it spin its magic. A few minutes in, the cream started to separate — and just like that, I had fresh, homemade butter. There’s something so satisfying about watching it come together, knowing you made it from scratch.

Once it was perfectly whipped, I added a drizzle of honey, a dash of cinnamon, a pinch of nutmeg, and just the tiniest sprinkle of pink Himalayan salt. My niece hopped up beside me, eyes wide, ready to “help” — which mostly meant asking if she could mix it up aka make a mess.

The kitchen filled with that warm, cozy smell — sweet, creamy, and rich with spice. She looked up at me and said, “Auntie, it smells like a bakery!”

I laughed and told her, “That’s because it just Needs Butter.” 💛

🏈 25 Minutes to Family

When the muffins came out of the oven, golden and soft, we couldn’t even wait for them to cool. I slathered that honey butter right on top while they were still warm — it melted instantly, dripping down the sides like liquid gold.

We called everyone into the kitchen and told them to grab a bite — no fancy plates, no waiting, just warm muffins, melting butter, and good vibes all around. My sister took one bite, gave me that look, and said, “Okay, this is dangerous.”

After that we sat there — game on, butter everywhere, laughing about nothing and everything. It wasn’t fancy, but it was perfect.

That’s the magic of it all, isn’t it?
You don’t have to be a chef or have a five-course plan.
You just need family, a box of Jiffy, and a little bit of love stirred into some butter.

Because at the end of the day…
it just Needs Butter. 💛