An Ode to Muffin Tins

Since coming to college, the muffin tin has become my favorite baking appliance.

It’s been a fantastic test of creativity – I may only have a muffin tin, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fill it with all kinds of doughs and play around with the baking time. Chocolate molten cakes? Sure. Roasted tomatoes? It’s been done. Chocolate chip cookies? Hell yeah. Who needs baking sheets and springform pans when a muffin tin does it all – and in the perfect serving size?

So today I’m bringing you Pumpkin Pie in a Muffin Tin. I had my pie tin all ready to go, but I was tired and it was so beautiful outside, I didn’t want to spend my day inside laboring over a flaky pie crust. So instead, I got out my trusty muffin tin, scrapped the crust, and just made pumpkin pie filling.

And like all confections made in a muffin tin, it was delicious.

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My Drunk Kitchen(whimsies)

Chocolate Chip Cookie…Muffins?

As a 20-year old, I would like to think I’ve become a mature young adult. And just what exactly does that mean in real life? Well for one thing, after a few drinks, I no longer want to go out and dance until the sun comes up. No, I much prefer dancing until 2am, then pulling out my flour, sugar, and chocolate chips and baking some cookies.

Aren’t I mature?

A friend staying with us this weekend helped me in this endeavour, but had to leave halfway through. Not knowing what exactly he had already put in, I threw in some more salt and baking soda, just in case. I also don’t actually own a cookie sheet, so we ended up using a muffin tin.

We popped them in the oven and prayed that our efforts wouldn’t end in disaster. I could see it already: a puffy, gloppy mess of saltiness mixed with disappointment. But fifteen minutes passed and, with some trepidation, we pulled beautiful golden cookie-muffins out of the oven.

My Drunk Kitchen(whimsies) Episode 1: Success!

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Apple Cinnamon Muffins

ImageToday was one of those cheerless, uninspired days. It started with the rude realization that I had left my window open and the night’s rain had utterly soaked half my blanket, and then I headed to my 9am class, where we discussed the Jim Crow Laws.

Turns out the South didn’t used to be quite so racist, and white supremacy was actually used as a political tool to keep poor whites and blacks from uniting against the conservative elites. Between the Civil War and 1890, whites and blacks in the South actually lived intermingled and in relative harmony. Leave it up to the politicians to use something as heinous as white supremacy simply to win an election.

It then proceeded to rain for the whole day, so by late afternoon, I was not in the best of moods. Then I looked at the table, where I saw some apples strewn across the surface. And that’s when the idea hit me: what I needed was some comfort in the form of cinnamon apple. I grabbed my muffin tin, then preset the oven to 350 degrees.

And the rest is history.

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