Every baker has a trademark. I wish mine was something awesome and impressive, like Heather and her scones, or Southern grandmothers and their pies. But for me, it’s muffins. Real muffins, of course, not icing-less cupcakes. There’s something poetic about the simplicity. Dry ingredients whisked together over here; wet ingredients in the blender, give it a whirl; mix it together just enough; and the reward is a tender and charmingly irregular item that just begs to perk up a Monday morning. (I used this recipe, if you’re curious, but with raisins instead of cranberries. I made it as recommended, pre-blog, and I don’t think the pumpkin sufficiently ameliorated the tartness of the cranberries.)
And because it’s Sunday, and I can: Mirabelle makes herself at home on the Martha Stewart Baking Handbook.