The First! The Last! The Only . . .
I'm not much of a baker. Wait. That just won the medal for understatement of the universe. I bake exactly twice a year. That's about all anyone can handle of my baking. I do not find baking enjoyable or relaxing. I find it extremely stressful. Then again, you're reading about someone who has managed to ruin rice, so lots of times I'm just afraid of starting a kitchen fire.
Yesterday, got to talking with a friend about delicious foods and I found myself boasting - me! boasting about my culinary abilities! - about the only thing I really bake. And I only bake it on Thanksgiving and Christmas mornings. Perhaps that is why I love them so much; they are truly a rare occurrence, like a blue moon or Jessica Simpson without a tan.
The recipe is from an out-of-print cookbook called 'Tis the Season: A Vegetarian Christmas Cookbook. I present to you, my famous in my own mind White Chocolate Chip and Cranberry Muffins (best served with a cup of coffee and an unimpeded view of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade):
2 cups unbleached flour
1/2 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 Tablespoon baking powder
1 cup milk
1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted and allowed to cool slightly
1 cup white chocolate chips (personally, the one cup is a minimum - I usually go totally nuts with both the chips and the cranberries, but equal amounts of both must be used!)
1 cup coarsely chopped cranberries
Spray 12-cup muffin tin with nonstick cooking spray. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Whisk together flour, brown sugar, salt and baking powder. In separate bowl, beat milk, butter and eggs together. Add the wet ingredients to the dry mixture, along with the white chocolate chips and cranberries, and fold together. Fill muffin cups three-quarters full with batter. Bake for 18-20 minutes or until muffins are golden brown. Cool on wire rack before serving.
Makes 12 muffins.
No lie - these are the ONLY muffins that taste even better the next day. I don't know why. Must be all the holiday magic and booze.
If you make these, please let me know. Well, only let me know if you loved 'em. A gal can only take so much criticism and I try to keep that confined to my work.