I just ate the muffin I popped aside from the dozen I made and sent hubbie off to a dessert night with.
It was disgusting!
I pride myself on my muffins.
So much so, when travelling interstate I took a muffin pan with me so I could treat our inlaws to my muffin making prowess (as it was BIL has a similarly overinflated view of his own culinary expertise and we had somewhat of a High Noon like encounter in their apartment kitchen, each viewing the other's batter sceptically under furrowed brows, fingers ready for a quick draw wooden spoon showdown to right the wrongs of one another's muffin hubris...).
Therefore it is with great alack and alas that I resign my pan after creating what truly were the most unfortunate muffins ever to have graced my cooling tray.
So let this be a fable of dire warning to all ye of big muffin headedness!
One day you too will tempt the women's weekly fates and produce unpleasantly soapy tasting, gritty and charred disasters (which perplexingly have the internal viscosity of clag)! Let us only hope that you have the sense to taste the wee beasties before you send a dear loved one out in the world to untimely partake of their nastiness with others.
I'm sorry hun. Take a bucket of icecream next time.
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"Let us only hope that you have the sense to taste the wee beasties..."
Now that's a good excuse to try some! "But darling I simply must try one, it's quality control!"
:) I'm sure the next batch will be good. Hey have you ever tried white chocolate and peach?
No, they sound delicious!
use tinned peaches, and white chocolate melts. Be very generous with both. They'll probably stick to the muffin pans a bit though! Mmm, carameley.
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