Today, I sent the girl and the man off to their several labours with Really Ordinary Muffins.
They contain all natural ingredients and many healthful and tasty things, and yet, the combined total is just… ordinary. Not terrible, but boring.
In itself, this is not a complete disaster. Not every recipe works. They’ll be gone soon. No harm done and my family is way too well house-trained to complain about home-baking that they didn’t make.
The thing that is getting to me is that I HAVE MADE THIS RECIPE BEFORE AND IT WAS BAD THEN TOO. And I tried it again, with some tweaking, to see if I could fix it.
Why do I do this?
It’s not as though the world is short of recipes. The internet is awash with recipes for muffins. In my own recipe stash I have at least five tried and true favourites, at least three of which are at least as healthy as these (and the other two of which are death on a plate).
And yet, I feel the need to tweak a recipe that was boring the first time. It’s as if I can’t leave any recipe behind. I am the Marine of muffins. I must maintain the faith that all recipes are worthy and can be rehabilitated.
But I’m here to say that this one really can be thrown out. I will waste no more muffin cases on these Really Ordinary Muffins. I will move on.
But if feels like a failure.
Am I completely insane, or just a little anal?
Enquiring minds want to know…
(Please note the photo above is not of my muffins. I didn’t have the heart to photograph them. I found this photo on freedigitalphotos.net and put it here as a mute testimony to what my muffins should have been and yet aren’t. RIP best intentions.)
I must apologise for my presentation and photography: my food styling is not going to win any prizes any time soon. But the taste will make up for it. This pie will silence a table of guests, make you friends and possibly even sway a lover into your arms – and it’s EASY.
Imelda
