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Feeling blue

Q. What’s the difference between a blueberry and an elephant?
A. They’re both blue! Except for the elephant.




We went a little overboard last week when we found cheap, fresh blueberries at the grocery store. One of my favorite breakfasts is a bowl of bran flakes with fresh blueberries, and I’ve been enjoying them every morning since we got home from my dad’s house. But I haven’t made it through the first carton yet, and we bought two.

I didn’t want to see the lovely blues go bad, so I made some blueberry muffins, using a Cook’s Illustrated recipe that I’ve had filed away for awhile. As advertised, these muffins are “rich, moist and dainty.”

Cinnamon-Sugar-Dipped Blueberry Muffins
2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon table salt
1 large egg
1 cup granulated sugar
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
1 1/4 cups sour cream (10 ounces)
1 1/2 cups frozen blueberries, preferably wild
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
4 tablespoons unsalted butter

Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 350 degrees. Spray standard muffin tin with nonstick vegetable cooking spray.

Whisk flour, baking powder, and salt in medium bowl until combined. Whisk egg in second medium bowl until well-combined and light-colored, about 20 seconds. Add sugar and whisk vigorously until thick and homogenous, about 30 seconds; add melted butter in 2 or 3 steps, whisking to combine after each addition. Add sour cream in 2 steps, whisking just to combine.

Add frozen berries to dry ingredients and gently toss to combine. Add sour cream mixture and fold with rubber spatula until batter comes together and berries are evenly distributed, 25 to 30 seconds (small spots of flour may remain and batter will be thick). Do not overmix.

Use ice cream scoop or large spoon to drop batter into greased muffin tin. Bake until light golden brown and toothpick or skewer inserted into center of muffin comes out clean, 25 to 30 minutes, rotating pan from front to back halfway through baking time. Invert muffins onto wire rack, stand muffins upright, and cool 5 minutes.

While muffins are cooling, mix sugar and ground cinnamon in small bowl and melt butter in small saucepan. After baked muffins have cooled five minutes, working one at a time, dip tops of muffins in melted butter and then cinnamon-sugar. Set muffins upright on wire rack; serve.

The recipe calls for frozen berries. I ignored that, and my fresh berries sort of exploded in the muffins. That doesn’t bother me one bit, but unexploded berries would be more aesthetically pleasing, I suppose.

I also had a hard time getting the wet and dry ingredients thoroughly blended, because I was afraid of mashing the fresh berries. The magazine’s notes say, “There should be no large pockets of flour in the finished batter, but small occasional sprays may remain.” It also says, “Do not overmix the batter.” So I made do with largish pockets of flour, and the muffins came out perfectly delicious anyway.

The cinnamon-sugar glaze is tasty, but it’s very sweet. I think the muffins would be fine — and more suitable to breakfast — without it. The muffins were still too hot to handle five minutes out of the oven, so I sort of basted them with a pastry brush.

Overall, this one’s a keeper.

The littlest bruiser

Poppy’s new cousin, Claire, was born last night. Her stats? 22.5 inches long and 9 pounds, 15 ounces. My math skills are less than stellar when I’m fully awake, and it was after 11 last night when we got the call. Thus my sleep-addled mind didn’t fully process until this morning that little Claire weighed 10 pounds.

Claire and her mommy are doing just fine this morning. According to my brother-in-law, Mark, baby Claire is a serene little girl with chubby cheeks and a head full of dark hair.

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Je parle français (un peu)

Last night I dreamed that I was hanging out in the pro shop at a golf course, and a distraught young man rushed up to me, desperate for help. He needed me to translate a phrase into French for him, so he could have it engraved on a bracelet for his one true love.

Now, I took French for a few years in high school and college. I can still read a little bit of French, and I could probably ask for food, water and a bathroom should I ever find myself stranded in France. I didn’t have any exemplary language skills in my dream, either. But I did successfully translated the lovestruck young man’s declaration. I typed my French translation into the Altavista translator this morning, just to see whether I really had spelled out what the man wanted to say.

And indeed, “Je t’aime comme mon pied gauche” does mean “I love you like my left foot.”