I finally did it! After nothing but corn muffin failure, I found a recipe that works, is easy to make, tastes great, and doesn’t require butter to make it special. Dave made pulled pork for dinner and they are providing a perfect match.
I started by dumping yellow cornmeal into my yellow mixing bowl and then wondered how the hell I was going to get a decent photo of yellow against yellow. But I got a new camera last night, and while I don’t know how to use any of the settings yet — I’ll take a class in the Spring — even the automatic settings make a huge difference. Behold, yellow on yellow:
I added flour (all purpose, too nervous about texture to use anything heavier), baking powder, salt, and sugar. The recipe called for 2 tablespoons of white sugar; I used 3 tablespoons of natural cane sugar.
While I was whisking that together, Juliet came by in her summer dress (despite today’s freezing temperatures) and then refused to move her snack bowl away from her face when I tried to test out my camera on her cuteness.
I beat one egg in a tiny bowl with a tiny whisk, and spilled a little on the counter. The new camera did a great job documenting it.
I poured the beaten egg into the flour mixture.
Then I threw in the rest of the wet ingredients. It said to add it all in and then “combine with a few rapid strokes”. That made me a little nervous, which in turn made me spill the milk as I was pouring it.
(Insert crying about spilled milk joke here.)
I combined with rapid strokes…probably more than a few.
Juliet came by to see how things were going, once I scooped the batter into the cups.
And into the oven they went. They were done in about 12 minutes, maybe 13.
The verdict is in. Even Juliet likes them! I can’t believe I’ve finally found a good recipe, and it was one of the easiest things I’ve ever made. I like them as is, but they’d be great with a little butter or honey. I’ll have one with a cup of tea tonight, I think.
Corn muffins remind me of my childhood, and trips to Fran’s Restaurant in Toronto, and the joy of finding something I loved eating when I was such a fussy kid and had so much trouble with food. These aren’t the big fluffy buttery muffins of my youth, but they are perfect for what I want now, and here they are, easy to whip together at a moment’s notice.
Success at last.
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