1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. salt
1 beaten egg (preferably in small fiesta cup)
3/4 cup milk
1/4 cup oil
~grease muffin tin (this recipe makes between 10-12 muffins) or line with paper cups.
In a medium mixing bowl, stir together dry ingredients. Make well in center, pour in egg, milk, and oil. Gently stir until slightly mixed. Add a teacup full of berries and lightly stir them into batter. Spoon mixture into muffin tins, place in oven and bake at 400 degrees for about 20 minutes, or until lightly golden.
Let rest in pan about 5 minutes then tip out over a wire cooling rack. Turn them over and sprinkle white sugar on top. Add a small pat of fresh butter. . . .and watch them disappear.
I made these yesterday and ate one. When I went back to get another, they were all gone. I was disappointed until I found one half eaten on the floor of the livingroom, by Caleb’s choo-choo track. Was is bad that I ate it?
jam mama. . . .
I haven’t made jam for two years and I’ve been wanting to. Yesterday I got myself off the couch at about 11 and drove down the road to a fruit and veggie stand. I bought 4 quarts of fresh native strawberries that were just picked that morning, from a very nice country lady who was sitting with an old old lady behind the produce table.
Then, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up a bag of sugar, a box of certo, and a case of jam jars.
I got home, cleaned the kitchen, got all my things organized and made two batches of jam. A batch of strawberry and a batch of strawberry rhubarb.
You should have seen small Grace diving into the warm cup of jam that I set out on the table, with a loaf of soft white bread from the bakery. She tore of big chunks of bread and dipped the majority of it down into the bright red jam. . . .there is just nothing like that warm, strawberry taste. . . .it’s heavenly.
She called me “jam-mama”.
I woke up last night at 12:30 and Rich was not home yet so I called him. His plane had just landed, and he pulled in the driveway at about 1:30. I had the poor guy up at 5 this morning. . . .needless to say, he’s tired but we’re about to go out with the kids and have fun. It is so good to have my husband back home!
Happy Saturday to all my friends~
love, Shanda (jam mama)