Heh. That will suck you in, won’t it? It’s almost as good as a title that says SEX! and nothing else.
If you were looking for macabre holiday scenes, this may or may not suit your fancy. HRH got four chocolate Easter bunnies for Easter. She is four years old, and is allowed one treat per day. Since she went to two Easter egg hunts and was given three Easter baskets, she had a startling amount of candy left over from Easter. So I was sitting around trying to think of something I could do with all of this… stuff. I mean, something other than 2 am candy binges. Lets face it: this is where I was headed.
I have been wanting for some time to start experimenting with making my own recipes. Not adapting other people’s recipes but actually developing my own. In order to do this, especially in baking, you have to have some idea about how the different elements in a recipe interact with each other. Google is very helpful in locating sites that help you to understand the different components of a recipe. I also found the book Ratios by Michael Buhlman to be very helpful:
So this AM, I wandered off to make something that I have been dying to make for some time now: peanut butter chocolate chip muffins.
I started with basic quick bread ratios, because I hate cake-like muffins. I cut back on the butter and added peanut butter and oil, based on what I understood to be the basic chemical reactions in the base recipe. It was looking pretty darn good.
This is also a very good use for what hubby calls “that weird oily peanut butter.” This is commonly called “Natural Peanut Butter with no sugar.” The insidiusness of sugar in every food item that we buy really grates on my nerves. I decided that when HRH was born, I was not going to train her palate to expect everything to taste sweet. There are three places where it is tremendously difficult to buy products with no added sugar or artificial sweetener.
When you shop for any one of these products, read the ingredients. Even the “natural” ones. Try to find ones without some kind of sugar or no-calorie sweetener. It. Is. Hard.
Of course, the up side to this peanut butter is that I don’t have to buy it too much because no one likes to eat it but me. When I have the perfect combination of money and time, I will wander into Earthfare and use the peanut-grinding machine, but since I do most of my grocery shopping online at 10 pm, this will do. Because I stand by my assertion that we expect too much of our food to taste sweet.
Anyhoo, I was now ready for the chocolate chips. So I brought out the bunny. I felt a little bit bad about it at first. Almost… sacrilegious.
But someone is eating this bunny. Somehow, someway. This bunny is getting eaten.
If I made this with actual chips, I would double the amount. I only had one bunny that was made out of milk chocolate. I was too afraid of what the other bunnies were made out of to cook them in the oven. Chocolate flavored plastic?
Just for a little bit of humor on the side, and because I’m having trouble staying on topic in this post, this is what happens when your husband does the dishes, knows nothing about cooking, and scrapes stuck-on mini-frittatas out of your muffin tins with a fork:
(This seems to be a lot of death imagery for a post about muffins.)
Well, I have to say that they came out quite well.
HRH went out with her grandma and cousin, and we packed up a few muffins and sent them along. Her cousin said to “tell your mom she is a pretty good cook,” so that made me feel pretty darn pleased with myself. I may post the recipe here, but not right now because I don’t think my self esteem is ready for people to tell me that they don’t like it. Just let me bask for a while, OK?
In non-death related news, my herbs. They grow.
The good news is that I am capable of not killing a plant. If you didn’t read this post then you are probably saying “Duh. Any idiot can grow herbs.” Well, not this idiot. This is big news, and it is four decades in the making, so please act impressed.