“Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?…”
No, she can’t, because she can’t make piecrust. However, she did decide to make cherry muffins with the bounty from the newly-discovered cherry tree in the back yard (see https://writerwoman61.wordpress.com/2010/07/20/surprise-surprise-surprise/).
I started with a small bowl of cherries…a very small bowl (another reason there will be no cherry pie).
I’m embarrassed to say that it took me 25 long minutes to pit/cut up that little bowl of cherries, which is why I’ll never have my own cooking show: “Well, that’s all the time we have today, folks…but, isn’t that a wonderful pile of minced onion? Come back tomorrow, and we’ll peel some potatoes!”
A few of the cherries had gone bad since I put them in the fridge three days ago, so this is how many I had left.
I took out my trusty Purity Flour Cookbook, and found the “Fruit Muffin” recipe, which is basically throwing a cup of fruit into the dry ingredients for the “Plain Muffin” recipe. I decided to double the recipe, because with seven people, it would hardly be worth the effort to make only a dozen muffins.
I put in the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt, and then stirred in the cut up cherries. Then I mixed the milk, eggs, and vegetable oil in a measuring cup. Following the instructions carefully, I made a well in the middle of the dry ingredients, and poured in the liquid. According to the book, the secret of good muffins is just mixing long enough to incorporate the flour. So that’s what I did.
I spooned the dough into the non-stick muffin pans I got at the Quispamsis Town Yard Sale last year for $1 each (https://writerwoman61.wordpress.com/2010/03/30/yard-sales-the-thrill-of-victory-and-the-agony-of-the-feet/).
I put them on the top rack of the preheated 350-degree oven.
Twenty minutes later, our kitchen with filled with the amazing smell of muffins…I did the “toothpick test” on the muffins, and they were done.
I waited the necessary ten minutes before turning the muffin pans over to get them out…”non-stick” my arse! I ended up running a butter knife around the edge of each cup, and then using a spoon to remove the muffin, more or less in one piece.
Anna wasted no time helping herself…she ate three in a fifteen-minute time span. “They’re more like biscuits, Mom! They’re really good with butter!” I finally got around to making one for myself.
Devin ate his without butter. Hope carefully cut the top off hers, and buttered both halves before popping them into her mouth. Jim took a break from his wallpapering to have one…I asked, “Aren’t they good?”
“They’re okay,” he said tentatively. “A little bland though.”
More for me…