I’m not much on cranberry muffins. But my other half enjoys cranberries quite a bit. And it’s nearly Thanksgiving. Cranberries readily scream Thanksgiving. So this makes some sense then. My mother used to make cranberry muffins just like these and everyone but me would fight over them as soon as they came out of the oven. I mean like fisticuffs at the table. My brother and my father would elbow their way to the basket, argue over how many each had eaten, my mother would sit, have one or two and referee, and I’d have one and pick around the damn cranberries and everyone would look at me like I was adopted. Oh well.
I have a bag of cranberries loafing around the fridge, I certainly won’t eat them, so why not muffins. Someone’s got to be happy eating the damn things, and it’s not going to be me. Why not indeed. If you’re so inclined to follow along, start with one stick of butter, and you’d better soften that a bit then. I know it’s supposed to be a big no-no to really soften butter in the microwave and have some of it melt a bit. It doesn’t cream as well, blah blah blah. I did and these came out really good-looking and smelling. And the boyfriend ate 3 in one sitting. After dinner. It doesn’t matter unless you’re Jacques Pépin. He seems like a really sweet old man – so even he may not care. Do as you see fit. Perhaps I’m just a malcontent. Continue reading