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.)