Sunday, 19 August 2012

raw muffins

i like to eat raw muffins.  i really do.  i have this memory of going with my sissy to stay at our cousins' house and eating plastic cheese because we didn't have that at home (irrelevant), and making muffins in the morning.  our one cousin and i would basically eat half of the muffins before we even cooked them.  and my sister would be so grossed out by us.

well.  i have discovered that it's the eggs that makes eating raw things so great.  it must be the texture, or maybe even the taste.  who knows?

today i was making "just add milk" muffins.  i was super excited to snack on some raw muffins while i was filling up the muffin tin(s).

there was a problem.  or maybe two.

first of all, i had no muffin tin.  uh, what?  i had about 3 when i lived in my last apartment...

second of all, the batter tasted horrible.  i've never tasted such an awful raw muffin.  i couldn't even lick the bowl.

so here is what had to happen:
(don't mind the couscous box...that was from dinner last night....)

i had to chug some milk to get the taste of milk and flour out of my mouth.  and i had to use a cake pan to cook my muffins.  i'm still waiting on them, so i still don't know if muffin-cakes even work... hopefully they will be edible.... if not, i'll have to throw them in the grass for the wild cats to eat.


aaaaaaand, they're done.  but at first they weren't done enough, so i set my bird/egg timer again.  but it didn't go off.  for reals!  for really reals.  and now my muffin-cakes look like this:
black.  quite black.  

but that's ok.  i'll still try them.
oh dear...  forgot to spray the pan.

done.  these are some crunchy muffin-cakes.


i'll chalk that one up to a win.

ps.  i am holding my computer on my lap, and, sadly, i am attached to an internet cable.  oni just walked straight into the internet cable and clotheslined herself.  and just sat there and looked at me in a very "why would you do this to me??" tone of voice...  where is my camera when i really need it?

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