I really haven’t posted a recipe since I moved back to New England… three months ago? I think I’ve been “food blogging” in my sleep. Those are air quotes, because we all know that two recipes in six months is certainly not being a food blogger, nor is catering to only 143 tumblr followers plus my dad (who doesn’t cook). Not that I am trying, either. Maybe I’m a eating blogger? Or an eating Instagramer? Is that a thing?
A sale on blueberries, and a request for not-banana muffins, prompted blueberry muffins. Any baker will tell you, finding the perfect recipe on one try is nearly impossible. I’m still looking for a perfect from scratch brownie recipe after possibly having found my go-to chocolate chip recipe over the holidays.
However, after two pans of utterly perfect muffins, I believe struck gold on the first trip to the river.
Perfect Blueberry Muffins (adapted from here).
- 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
- 2 eggs (preferably organic)
- 1/2 cup whole milk
- 1 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
- 1/2 cup oats
- 1/2 cup plus 1 tsp sugar, divided
- 1/4 cup brown sugar
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 2 1/2 cups fresh blueberries
Heat oven to 375°. Line a 12-cup muffin pan with paper liners.
Whisk butter, eggs and milk in a bowl.
Combine flour, 3/4 cup sugar, baking powder and salt in another bowl.
Stir wet ingredients into dry ingredients; fold in blueberries.
Divide batter evenly among muffin cups; sprinkle with remaining 1 tsp sugar. Bake until muffins are golden brown and a knife comes out clean, 25 to 30 minutes.
Serve warm. (Next day, if they last that long, zapped for 20 seconds recreates oven fresh.)
(More photos on my Instagram and further down my Tumblr feed.)
I think I have to start writing and tagging again to get any tumblr love. My Instagram stream of mediocre foodgrams doesn’t seem to be enough anymore.
I could really use to write as well — high school sports are great, but only those muscles are getting stronger.
I’m constantly swinging between wanting life to speed up, slow down or take a huge left turn and cross back underneath.
I’m tired of snow and cold, but yet, so glad to be back in New England where friends are just a drive away.
But with two moves in a year, I just can’t help but wonder (and fear?) where is next, doing what, for how long. At what point goes post-grad life, just become adulthood?
Too much time away from cardio, not enough forced runs, spin classes and long walks while ‘running’ errands, left my lungs packed in away box.
In all honesty, it’d been almost eight months since a consistent stretch on pavement. Now, it’s a moving belting and stationary bike.
But on Saturday, after being told running faster is less impact on injury prone parts and joints, four clicks of the up arrow and 25 minutes later, I stepped down, sweaty but alive.
There may be life left in my chest after all.
Did you see my blueberry muffins this morning?
Hot, golden, studded with deep blue, purple orbs that leave me longing for the goods of the spring and summer. Hours spent playing in the kitchen, taking iPhone-only foodgrams, teasing friends near and far.
This is a few years old, but well worth a chuckle: Ellen return’s Gladys’ phone call.
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