Thursday, December 5, 2013

There's Something About Muffins


It's wintertime. We established that in the last post, just in case there is anyone living in a climate like Miami where they aren't really sure if it's winter or not, at least not by looking outside. I guess one way to be sure down there is by the influx of pasty white bodies that show up on their shores like beached whales. Anyway, one of the fun things about winter here- ha,ha, ha, I'm just kidding there really isn't anything fun about winter here, at least not in my eyes. But, if there is anything good to be said about winter here in Alaska, it's that all the time spent inside can result in effort in the kitchen. After Thanksgiving I was feeling pretty well bloated on turkey and pie and jello salad. After a few days, it doesn't have the same appeal. Well, it's been a week since Thanksgiving, and I haven't had any pie or jello salad or cake or other sweet and tasty treats for the better part of a week, and today while I was drinking my coffee I got to thinking about how nice it would be to have a tasty muffin to go with my cup of jo. Last year one of the teachers gave me a gallon zip-lock bag of blueberries, all cleaned and everything, so I decided to whip up another batch of berry and cream muffins. Oh my. Oh these things are good. I really do wish you could try some. I mean, you can, just make your own. These are mine- and they are tasty. The last time I did a blog on these muffins, the title of the post was Do You Know The Muffin Man? For the life of me, I don't know what started the flurry of interest that baking some muffins caused, but when I check the stats on the blog, that particular post always has more hits than anything else. Granted, a lot of the interest is from spammers, but it makes me wonder- what gives?  Is muffin a code name for something else in a foreign language? Is it actually a term for something vulgar? I don't know. Maybe I'm so behind the times or out of the loop that I've opened Pandora's Box and didn't know it. Oh well. As you can see from the above pictures, the batter is a lovely purple color. That's because I used fresh/frozen blueberries instead of store bought dried ones. After the muffins have cooked, the inside becomes a beautiful true blue.  I probably should have gotten a picture of one after I'd cut it open, but the minute it's in my hand, my hand goes to my mouth, and it's gone. Guess you'll just have to take my word for it on the color. When I went to download the muffin pictures into the computer, another picture that I hadn't downloaded yet showed up. I stared at it for a moment before I realized what it was. I had taken a picture of a bra that was laying on the bathroom counter for a future blog post. I didn't really want to make it part of this post, although while I was looking at the picture I realized that a bra would probably be a good muffin carrier. You could fill it with a muffin in each cup and  put it on backwards like a backpack. The heat from your body would probably keep the muffins warm, and you wouldn't have to worry about having them crumble like you would if they were just stuffed in a plastic bag. I guess the only real issue would be to make sure you used a clean bra and to brush out any residue that might be left behind. I really should be getting a patent on some of these great ideas. No doubt I'm losing big bucks because of this blog.


  1. So, where is the recipe for these muffins? I went out and got some blueberries last summer and they are still sitting in my freezer waiting to be made into something delicious and unhealthy...yum!

  2. The recipe is in my last blog post about muffins. It's also in the last book I wrote. You'll just have to look through it again.

  3. They were indeed Camille. I almost wish I wasn't a good cook. If everything I made tasted lousy, I wouldn't be tempted to create more. As it is, I'm so enamored with my creations I have to taste them all- repeatedly.