We all get those days. Days where your toothpaste gets in your hair, where the hot water runs out just as your about to wash your waist-length hair and you miss the bus to school or work.
It’s those days where we often need to depression eat, shop, cry – sometimes all three. But more often than not, just before delving into that hot fudge brownie sundae after maxing out three credit cards, someone will come up to you and take your hand. Someone will take you, sit you down in a plush chair and just look at you until your pour your heart out.
And then they will sympathise, tell you the truth, smile weirdly at you for worrying over anything so small and give you a hug, before giving you a piece of brownie.
But she tells everyone to call her mum
Mums are angels sent from heaven to protect you 24/7 on Earth – they will only go when you truly do not need them, even though you think you do because you want them with you.
And am I not the luckiest girl in the world? Not only is my mum with me, but my grandma also lives with me – cool right? So Mother’s Day is a double celebration at my place
Ok, so Mothers Day 2012 has come and gone. This year, I had to fight tooth and nail against the elements to bake for it because on Saturday, the day before, it was the craziest day ever. It was one of those days.
I thought to myself, ‘Let’s go Desi* Uru, and make an Indian dessert and dress up in a Sari to make it authentic’. Ok, not the last bit but the first bit for sure
I won’t be giving out any recipes or anything because I honestly do not know if it was me or the recipe but things happen and well, sometimes you just do not get a nice fluffy mawa but a sludgy binned overly sweet… thing. I have helped make Indian sweets before, I know the drill but I guess a Desi dish was not to be…
*Desi = A patriotic way of saying Indian
Still on Saturday, I thought ‘You know what, I still have butter and sugar. Why not make something warm, comforting and oozing with sugary goodness?’
For the second time that morning, I entered the kitchen with hopes of making a wow factor dessert to please the mothers in my family but alas, what was meant to be soft, risen and cinnamony turned flat and black with burnt jam… yikes.
Leave it. I left the kitchen for the weekend – we went out to breakfast on Mother’s Day and I still did not cook. I needed some time for mummy to hold my hand and tell me the oven was not trying to burn me and that my wooden spoon was not trying to give a splinter
And now, 2 days after, the spell of bad baking was over, the elements subsided and the clouds stopped raining on my head to allow me to make the much deserved Mother’s Day treat
I recently got a mini muffin tin. It is my new favourite baking item. In the archives of my ‘to make’ folder, I had Mini Muffins. Fate? I think so
But these mini muffins are so not just mini muffins. You think I will be *shudder* usual for the mums in my family? Psshaw, perish the thought!
No no, these were not mini muffins, so much as mini puffins.
“She’s lost it.”
“She’s making up things.”
“Her poor mother, finding out about her insanity on Mother’s Day no less.”
I am still here, in case you didn’t realise – and no, am not insane, just in love.
In love with the idea of a PANCAKE and MUFFIN having a love child and thus naming it PUFFIN!
- Bite sized perfection since my mum does not eat overdoses of sugar like her daughter
- Not to sweet for my grandma
- A breakfast treat (I don’t know about you but Mother’s Day is always associated with breakfast for me)
- Variety of flavours!
- Loved by all
How would I describe a mini puffin? Small (no joke, really ;)) but consisting of melt-in-mouth flavours and the softest crumb I have ever tasted in a muffin. But like a pancake, these are not overly sweet and when dipped into maple syrup, make for the most decadent bite sized breakfast ever
- I actually let the batter sit for 10 minutes like a pancake batter, for my own OCD issues
- If desired, just replace 2 tbs of the plain flour with cocoa powder for a chocolate version
- I used brown sugar
- I added in cinnamon since it makes every batter leap up in taste
- I added vanilla essence
- I increased maple syrup to 1/4 cup and it still was not overly sweet!
- I filled my cups up fully and got a beautiful rise and perfect muffin tops – do not be scared to do so!
- Grease and sugar the mini cups
Also, you may have noticed in the photos, I did not just make chocolate chunk puffins, despite yesterday being National Chocolate Chip Day
Oh no, I put small spoons of batter into each greased cup and then mixed through what I wanted! So then we had
- Walnut for my mummy – She is actually in love with nuts
- Plain for my grandma (but next time, I would sprinkle the top with cinnamon and sugar for a snickerdoodle version!)
- Berry Jam swirled
- Nutella swirled (guess who for ;))
- White chocolate chunk
- Dark chocolate chunk
- Dried Cranberry Stuffed
- A mix of white choc, dark choc chunks with leftover walnuts for a Choc-Nut puffin
How can one say variety is not the spice of life
So there you have it. After battling a fire breathing oven, a spitting stove and quite a few tears, baking for such special people finally did happen
Happy Belated Mother’s Day mummy & mumma, I love you both very much