Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Muffin Madness or Better, Butter!

 This is going to seem trivial to some bakers I know... but it was a revelation to me, so I'm going to share it, because you never know; there might be others who can benefit from my experience!

After umpteen years of making muffins periodically throughout the seasons, it would seem there'd be nothing new to learn there, right?  

Wrong!  

This morning, I saw we had nothing sweet to go with our coffee, so I decided to whip up some muffins.  They're so easy to make, only need a few ingredients, the minimum of time and effort to stir everything together and if you have those silicon muffin holders for the oven, you're on Easy Street when it comes time to free them from their molds, as well as in the cleaning up department.  

Now I have a multitude of muffin recipes.  It's a curious thing, but all of them stipulate oil; not butter, but oil.  I've always made mine that way too - with oil.  I remember one year, my sister and I held a bake-off at my parents' house.  We each made our own special recipe of muffins.  I saw how she used butter and how she claimed it was much better than oil.  Well, I also saw all the prep she had to do, what with melting the butter and blending it more carefully with the egg, etc. I scoffed at all the extra work.  I had the idea that muffins taste exactly the same whether you use oil or butter.  (My grandmother once told me that, and all her recipes stipulate oil; of course she baked a lot during the great depression and maybe then butter was hard to come by).  

In the end, of course my sister won the bake-off.  I didn't attribute the finer flavor to the butter however, but rather to the delicious things she put into her muffins, while mine were more of the heavy but nutritious quality.  They tasted good but hers certainly looked a lot better!

Anyway today for some reason I decided to make mine with butter.  Recently I've been making lots of cookies and other pastries and I've gotten good at melting butter without burning it.  So I made the muffins with butter and no extras, save some chocolate chips I had on hand.  The first thing I noticed was that the batter was lighter than usual.  I was making these heavy motions with my arm to stir what is usually a heavy mass, and it simply wasn't necessary!  The spoon glided around the bowl in a delightfully playful manner.  Then, as they were baking, I noticed they fluffed up nicely in their cups, which doesn't always happen to my muffins.  When the time came to take them out of the oven and get them out of their molds, they popped out cheerily before I finished doing the twirl-around with a butter knife.  

And then I tasted one.

Unbelievable! Fabulous texture!  So fluffy and springy with a soft but crunchy top.  And absolutely delicious!  A mouthwatering delight!  It must be the butter.  No, no doubt about it - it was the butter.  The evidence was undeniable.  The fact that they needed no butter to make them tasty (I usually put butter or cream cheese on my muffins when I eat them).  The fact that the inside of the muffin was so light and fluffy, yet did not crumble all over the place.  The way the crust had a sweet satisfying crunch in my mouth as it blended with the rest of the bite.  In short, I was flabbergasted that butter could turn a mere muffin into such a delicacy!  

I can't believe I never found this out before, considering the fact that I make muffins so often and have been making them for so many years!  Now I know that as long as there is a bar of butter in my fridge when I start to make a batch of muffins - and, believe me, I'll make sure there always is - I'll never go back to using oil again!

Rule of thumb: Between oil and butter - better, butter!   

Monday, November 16, 2020

Making Granola - or - An Adventure in Self-Discovery




 It's been a while since the last post.  That's for sure!  But I had one of those revealing moments this morning and the only place I felt I could write about it is here, so here I am!  

The setting was my kitchen; I was intent on making granola.  I'd been wanting to make some for over a week, but only this morning - this windy, sunny solitary morning - did I feel ready to actually make it.  It was going along fine, and I had loaded up three cookie sheets with the yummy blend of oats, nuts, coconut oil, brown sugar, honey and even a bit of maple syrup.  While I cut up fruit, washed up dishes and put a pot of coffee on, I stirred the concoction periodically, breathing in the delicious scent each time I opened the oven door.  

When it was ready, I pulled out the cookie sheets and tasted it with relish - only to find that the taste was boringly oat-y.  There wasn't even a hint of sweetness in there, and you do need a bit of sweetness if you want to enjoy the crunch of your granola... otherwise you might as well be a horse.

In desperation, I looked around and spied a jar of cinnamon and sugar I had mixed up one day to use on French toast.  I dusted my three batches of granola sparingly and then not so sparingly with that mixture and stirred it around.  Then I poured a bit in a small dish to taste, and NO!  I had overdone it!  Now it was too sweet.  I hate too-sweet granola - especially when the sweetness is sugar-based as opposed to honey or molasses.  Now what could I do?  

For a moment I considered throwing it all out, but I knew I couldn't do that.  As I contemplated my options, I noticed that the sugar, since I'd put it on after the granola was roasted, had not really mixed in completely with the other ingredients.  Quickly I pulled out a fine-holed colander and began to sift the granola over the cookie sheets, and sure enough, a fine rain of sugar began to fall.  It took a while, but I finally got most of the excess out, and then I tasted the result and - Ecstasy!  It was delicious!

As I looked at all the sugary remnants of oats, nuts and sesame seeds that had also made it through the holes of the colander and were now lying on the cookie sheets, I realized I would have to do something with all of that - it was at least a cup and a half worth of sweet grain debris.  I got out a nice little jar, poured the mixture into it and thought to myself, I'll use this in my next batch of muffins.

Then it really hit me!  I was my grandmother!  I was using her brain to get myself out of the mess I'd made by improvising with the quantities of ingredients I'd thrown into my granola.  

I washed up all the cookie sheets, the several bowls I'd used to sift, stir, re-sift and pour the granola, feeling like my other grandmother as I chided myself over the extra work I was now having to do for not having done things right the first time.  

And finally, as I hung up my towels and the potholders, I felt my mother in me, the one who always puts things back in the place they should be.  

So I realized that I carry them all with me - my two grandmothers, my mother, Car, my kids, good friends and family... and when I stop to think about it, I'm kind of like my own granola - the finished product of all the ingredients they've put into me to make me who I am!  The blend might change, sometimes sweeter, sometimes nuttier, but the ingredients are all there mixed in with love.

Remember how in the 60s and 70s (I'm a product of the latter decade), we were all out trying to find ourselves?  Well guess what?  I've finally found myself!