D Bear's basketball team lost their first game last night. he didn't get home until nearly 12:30. Like most teenage boys, he is quite fond of sleeping in when he has a chance. I am by nature an early riser, but even I slept in this morning,..... until all of 6 a.m.. It's a shortcoming I have, getting up early. Anyway, I was trying to be quiet, so as not to disturb D Bear. I use that as an excuse anyway to be lazy and look for new and amazing websites. I did find one; A Holy Experience. But back to D Bear. After awhile I thought I should make him some breakfast, for when he did eventually resurface from his cave. I am a huge believer in comfort food, so I wanted to make something special. Earlier in the week he had asked me to make "those amazing muffins" again. he muffins in question are The Pioneer Woman's, French Breakfast Puffs. They truly are amazing, but if you are going to worry about the butter clogging your arteries you should pass this one by. D Bear actually got up relatively early, and I do believe he was pleased to get these babies fresh from the oven!
Bonjour! Como cavasldfkjwaoiet sdfnsd;lfj;sdlfj dsfjklsfjs. Whatever that means. I can’t speak French. Spanish, yes. French, mais NON! But there was something good that came from my 9th grade French class with Madame Smith: the recipe for French Breakfast Puffs.
The Cast of Characters: Flour, Baking Powder, Salt, Nutmeg, Sugar, Shortening, Egg, Milk, Sugar, Cinnamon, and…oh, yes…BUTTER.
Begin by stirring together 3 cups of flour, 3 teaspoons baking powder, 1 teasoon salt…
And 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg. Set aside. Get excited.
In the bowl of a mixer (not necessary, but makes it easier) combine 2/3 cup of shortening…
And one cup of sugar.
Mix to combine, then add 2 eggs and mix again. Add flour mixture and 1 cup of milk alternately to creamed mixture, beating well after each addition.
Pry your muffin pan out from under all your iron skillets like I did, then lightly grease the muffin cups, either with butter…
Or, even easier, something like this.
Where has this stuff been all my life? It’s made everything more beautiful around here.
Fill the muffin cups 2/3 full, then bake in a 350-degree oven for 20-25 minutes, or until golden.
Mmmmm. Hello, my darlings. Now, these are nice little muffins on their own, if you like simple little breakfast muffins. But I’m not stoppin’ here. You know me better than that.
In a glass container, melt 2 sticks of regular butter. In another container, combine 1 1/2 cups sugar…
With 3 teaspoons of cinnamon.
Stir to combine.
Now it’s time for assembly! First, ask God for forgiveness. Then, roll a muffin around in the melted butter.
Take your time, making sure you roll the muffin around to adequately coat every last inch.
Don’t rush this step; give each muffin a good 20-30 seconds in the butter. You want the butter to begin to seep into the top layer of the muffin. Just trust me on this one.
After the muffin has been adequately bathed in butter, begin rolling the muffin in the cinnamon sugar mixture.
And rrrrrrreally coat the muffins. Roll ‘em, sprinkle ‘em, shake ‘em around—just do what you have to do to get that cinnamon to stick. Again, don’t rush this step. It’ll take a little time for the cinnamon sugar to soak into the butter layer, and that’s what makes the delightfully light crust. So take a chill pill, forget about the Christmas gifts you need to wrap (it’s only the 15th, for goodness sake), and take your time. Your bottom will thank you later.
If you have a punk closeby, you can task their cute little hands with the dunking and dusting job.
Just make sure you explain the importance of taking their time. Punks can be so Type-A sometimes.
As you go, place the finished muffins on a serving plate. Mmmm…don’t they just look divine?
Marlboro Man picked out this serving plate.
Mmmmm. Look at the cinnamony-sugar-buttery goodness.
If you can stand to wait, these store (and freeze) beautifully in a large Ziploc bag.
Warning: You MUST eat these warm. Must, must, must. Must. Have I mentioned you must eat them warm?
Oh my. I’m really sorry I’ve introduced you to these. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I realized I’m going to have to answer to my Maker for spreading this corruption around the world.
But the happiness you’ll feel when you take your first bite makes it all worth it to me.