I know this is so dorky of me, but I'm already trying out recipes for the brunch and I found a definite winner: Lemon Dipped Blueberry Muffins--I've already made them twice this week and finally had Noah take them to work with him so I'd stop eating them. Here's the recipe:
- 1 3/4 C flour
- 1/2 C + 1/2 C sugar divided
- 2 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 3/4 tsp salt
- 1 egg, well beaten
- 1/3 C vegetable oil
- 3/4 C milk
- 1 C fresh blueberries washed and dried (I used frozen and that worked great too)
- 2 tsp grated lemon rind (1 lemon)
- 2 Tbsp butter, melted
- juice of 1 lemon (the recipe calls for 1/4 tsp lemon juice, but I preferred a lot more)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. In a large bowl, mix the flour with 1/2 C of the sugar, the baking powder and salt. Make a well in the center. Combine the egg, oil and milk. Add to the dry ingredients, stirring just until moistened. Toss the blueberries with 2 Tbsp of sugar and the lemon rind. Fold into the batter. Fill muffin papers or greased muffin pans 2/3 full. Bake for 20 minutes or until golden brown.
While the muffins bake, prepare the topping by mixing the melted butter and lemon juice. Dip the warm muffins in the butter mixture, then in sugar. Note: I forgot to take a picture of them last night, and couldn't find a picture to do them justice--just know they look even better than that picture.
Makes 14 muffins.
9 comments:
Are those the muffins you were making when I picked up Misha?
By the way, you may want to look at my last couple of blog posts: Life goes on and A quick report on San Diego. I'd love to get your reactions.
they are indeed--you should have stuck around!
Maybe you can make them again? (Pretty please?) We're planning on coming on Thursday, by the way, probably 6:30 if that works for you.
I have a shower game that is kind of fun. The baby shower candy bar memory. I have it here if you are intersted. All you have to get are the candy bars.
Does the game involve diapers and melted candy bars?
I remember all those baby showers I used to do. The personalized invitations with tie-dyed string making a beautiful bow on each one; the petit fours I would spend days laboring over getting the lemon zest just right; the chocolate souffles it took me months to really master; the napkins I'd personalize with tole-painted pictures of Bambi (not Bambi looking for her just-shot mother, but Bambi playing with Thumper); the music I'd compose for the mother-to-be and play on my silver-plated kazoo. Oh, those were the days. How I miss them!! Dear Factotum, enjoy them while you can! They pass so quickly, and before you know it, you can't remember a damn thing.
Or you start making it all up.
By the way, dear factotum, those were GOOD muffins. Thank you!
Mom: I must have already entered the stage of life where I "don't remember a damn thing" because I sure as hell don't remember any of those baby showers--did you have another family you didn't tell me about?
Oh wait a minute! That wasn't me, it was Martha Stewart! Dang, this menopause is worse than I thought!
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