Doesn't mean that you have to spit them out. No, really! The muff' recipe came from the old Joy of Cooking, which is... you know... old. Back when buttery, moist and delicious muffins were not the norm. So, sigh. I pushed one into the palm of an unsuspecting victim, assuring him that these weren't like those healthy bran muffins (close cousins of cardboard) I had made last week. These were for everyone!, not just chewers of amalgamated cellulitic fibers (me, me and me). I had hoped these would be a treat for everyone, I imagined the smiles that would melt the edge off the hard, long day with every bite. Not the case. The bromidic bite of muffin was quickly spat out by the victim into not the civilized trash, but the sink. It was too hideous of a food to spare a moment to find the trash can. Thinking the victim was merely overreacting, I found another hungry fellow and offered him the rest of the muffin. He spat too! Imagine my sadness. So, I finally tried a bite. Poor, unloved muffin. It really wasn't bad, it was just so not fun. It had nothing going for it except for the sugar sprinkled on top ("Oh, how fun they'll find this!" I thought to myself as my brain directed my zealous hand to sprinkle extra, extra sugar! What a treat! What a treat!) Maybe it's a good thing that the muffin didn't turn out to be as exciting as I'd hoped. After a few more suckers walked by the batch and tried a few bites, it was settled. They weren't blackholes of doom. They were just... not fun. But I got through them, don't fret. Maybe now it makes sense as to why my favorite animal is the goat. Scrap metal, anyone?
Chow, Lucia
2 comments:
Hey, I liked them!!!!
The cookbook is old, that is the problem. You are right that tastes have changed as well as expectations. I am thinking back to when I was in my 20's and running a stand at a farmers market where I sold muffins and jellies and jams and herb vinegars. I did the same thing, using my grams old Betty Crocker cookbook, and made banana muffins that just weren't good at all-dense little balls of dough-I can still taste them if I close my eyes. My kids wouldn't eat them. I had 5 dozen really awful muffins to get rid of. The birds ate well that day!
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