I hated blueberries as a kid. Fresh blueberries were the worst, but followed closely by blueberry pies, muffins and tarts. It was not for lack of desire. I always wanted the idyllic experience of picking and savouring fresh blueberries from the rocky hills at our cottage, but it was not to be. Yet my distaste for the dainty little berry dissolved and was replaced by a love of all things blueberry.
These light, airy, slightly sweet muffins studded with blue jewels were a perfect addition to our sunny Saturday morning. My grocery store sold blueberries for a premium today and yet they were very sad looking, so I opted to buy mine frozen. I defrosted them a little and sprinkled them with flour before I put them in the batter but their purple colour still swirled through the muffins giving them a very nice marbled top. There is a lot of sifting involved in this recipe but my beloved old sifter that
I inherited from my great aunt made the job quite nostalgic and enoyable.
I just barely managed to get a picture of them before they vanished but I have a feeling it won't be long until I make these again.
Looks delish Jess!
ReplyDeleteMy muffins are baking in the oven right at this moment.
I am sure that ours will be gone quite quickly as well.
Good job!
P.S. I can't believe you hated blueberries as a kid! Crazy.