When I was a kid, my Daddy was quite the weekend blueberry-muffin baker. To this day, I still vividly remember the smell of warm vanilla as those naughty little muffins made sweet, sweet lovin’ in the oven.
My most profound enjoyment, however, came when it was time to clean the batter bowl….and when I say “clean”, I of course mean lick with reckless abandon. My Dad would hand me a spoon and the batter bowl and give me free rein. The muffins are goooood. Simple, not overly sweet, bursting with bluebs, killer served warm with a big, fat pat o’ buttah. Even more killer if you do the streusel topping (my own addition over the years).
But the batter. Ohhhhhh the batter. Thick, luscious, silky, sweet, vanilla-tinged molten muffin stained with telltale purple juice and delivering a mild tang with each transcendent bite. A scrape of my spoon along the fruitful inner-edges of a mixing bowl that may very easily be underestimated as empty to less proficient eaters yields liquid gold, each spoonful smaller than the last, until woe is me, there are no dregs left to be savored. Still, it is better to have licked and lost, than to never have licked at all.
It brings me so much joy to watch my boys – typically my little kitchen helper, Luke – enjoy the same traditions I enjoyed with my Daddy as a kid.
Add these berry-packed little beauties to your weekend line-up. You won’t be sorry…until the batter bowl is clean.
Prep Time | 10 minutes |
Cook Time | 25 minutes |
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Optional Streusel Topping
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I’ve never felt able to adequately express my love for batter in words, and I’ve never felt like anyone really UNDERSTOOD my love of batter until reading this blog post. I have literally leapt across the kitchen with a rubber spatula in hand when my boyfriend grabbed a mixing bowl lined with perfectly delicious muffin batter and tried to RINSE IT. “But it’s empty,” he protested. I couldn’t respond with words, because my mouth was already full of at LEAST tablespoon of glorious fruity, muffin-y batter that I scraped from the edges of the bowl. So I’m just happy to come across a kindred spirit that throws caution to the wind and licks the bowl clean, raw eggs be damned.
Hahaha! This made me laugh out loud, girl!! YES!!!! You get it!! It’s the BEST part – better than the actual muffins even!