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I should be writing. Instead, I…
…fell prey to a visit to Blueberry Meadows for our annual “‘pickin’ and grinnin’ and bakin’” venture. [Okay, that’s just lame, nor is it a term we’ve ever used, but, according to my wife, it’s safer for all concerned to just humor me and move on as if I’m normal.]
Subconsciously [or consciously–I really have no culinary moral compass], I must have felt I owed it to myself, since yesterday I didn’t give in to my customary saunter through the Farmer’s Market, where I snag a couple of potato flour donuts and a loaf of Altamura bread from Gathering Together Farms.
And if the nice, nice ladies from El Salvador have their griddle warmed up…
you won’t see me turning down a trio of their specialty pupusas.
Not exactly the poster boy for culinary restraint, I admit. [But no worries, we have plans to widen the doorways throughout the house.]
So it was straight to the kitchen after the return home.
[I’d like to claim the pretty, blueberry-infused muffins as mine–“Uh, dear, do you want some batter to go with those blueberries?”–, but those are the work of my wife.
For me, it was time to experiment, as I swirled lemon curd in my half of the batter and I ‘roasted’ some of the berries to bring out the sugar. I sauteéd another handful of berries in a butter/brown sugar/brandy sauce. [In hind-taste, I could have used a bit more brandy.]
Now, for those recipe-writers with the temerity to warn us off the muffins to allow for ‘cool-down’, well, piffle! I mean, why not just grab a fork and dig right into one straight from the pan?
Then again, if you’re one of the effete elite, well, yeah, I guess you probably should wait the whole half-hour so the muffins will come out intact.
Then-then again, with enough batter and a mini-pie plate, compromises can be reached…
For the faint of heart, avert your eyes and cover your ears, everybody, I’m goin’ in!
[Don’t tell my wife. You wouldn’t want to disturb her reading anyway, right?]
Verdict? Plenty moist [the lemon curd helped], plenty of berry flavor, and just enough of the citrus overtone to encourage future experimentation.
I’d better stop eating these little hummers so I’ll be hungry for dinner.
Breaking News! Summer squash, rabbits share genetic tendencies.
Can you guess?
Kind of wish squash shared the bunnies’ elusiveness gene.
Warning: Don’t send me your home address!
Or else your front door might be graced with some of these…