I like the above picture. I know it's not that pretty, not even all that appetizing, but for whatever reason, I like it. I think it may be the Willy-Wonka-esque nature of it. In a field of almost complete white, there are our muffins. Plain simple muffins in a field of plain simple white.
Which is great and all, because sometimes you need that ideal, when life is never really plain and simple. Case in point, last weekend Ben and I want on a long hike. The weather was gorgeous, the sun was out for most of it and Lord knows I needed the 7 miles worth of exercise. It should have been plain and simple, but when we were in the home stretch (seriously, mile marker 6.75) suddenly, I need to use the bathroom. Not just a little. Not just soon. NOW. Out loud I giggled that we better hurry up cause I needed to use the restroom, but in the quiet of my brain? In there, it was seriously considering if that tree over there would be big enough to block me from view. And drat, why was everything still so dreary and dead looking? Where are all the leaves to hid my naked backside? And most importantly, at what age does it become unacceptable to squat and go potty in the woods?
Thank goodness that Ben, after hearing my nervous giggle and seeing the frantic panicked look on my face, realized that this was not a normal bathroom situation. He ran the remaining quarter mile ahead to the car as I waited precious yet painstaking minutes till my knight in shining gym shorts (?) came to save me in his pretty blue Subaru.
This post did not start out with the intention of me telling the story of how I almost had to throw away my gym shorts. I could have had a plain simple post about plain simple muffins. But like I said, it never really is about plain and simple. And so instead, I took the option of telling an internet full of strangers the story of how I almost pooed my pants at the ripe old age of twenty five. And that's what life is about, or so I think. Happy Monday people.
So, the story behind these is simply that I had some leftover buttermilk in my fridge I was determined to use. And I wanted to bake. And I also had very strong feelings about not going to the grocery store. So, after some browsing and searching on Pinterest, these satisfied all 3 criteria. As sort of mentioned above, these muffins are plain and simple. Quick to throw together and right into the oven they go. They're like a less complex version of buttermilk biscuits, if you don't have the time to put into making biscuits. Plain and simple.
2 c. (250 grams) all purpose flour
⅛ c. (25 grams) granulated sugar
2 tsp baking powder
¾ tsp kosher salt
¼ c. (4 tablespoons) unsalted butter, melted and cooled
1-¼ c. buttermilk
Turbinado sugar to dust (Sugar in the Raw)
Makes 12 muffins
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Prepare a muffin tin with paper liners, or grease with cooking spray.
Whisk together all dry ingredients. In small bowl or measuring cup, combine melted butter, egg and buttermilk. Mix well. Create a well in the middle of dry ingredients. Pour in the wet ingredients and stir until just combined. The batter will be thick and a little lumpy.
Pour batter into prepared muffin cups, filling to about 2/3rds the way full. Sprinkle muffins lightly with turbinado sugar. Bake at 400 for 22-25 minutes, until muffins are set and edges have turned golden brown. Serve warm with butter and jam.