One of the most embarrassing moments of my life involves baking muffins for a visitor in my apartment back in April of 2007. At a little before 8 in the morning I had flour, oil, and eggs but no milk. I knocked on the door of my neighbor - who I'd seen only twice before and luckily she was home and let me borrow some milk. Like the good ol' days, huh?
One problem was averted yet another arose. These "muffins" I was making actually had to be good, not the barely eatable non-sense I usually made. Having no other game plan I threw something together, prayed, and dished out my questionable muffins to my guest. What a bad host I am!
That day, I thought really hard... so what exactly are baked goods? We say "pie crust, muffin, cupcake, coffee cake, puff pastry, and croissant", but do we know what they actually mean?
One problem was averted yet another arose. These "muffins" I was making actually had to be good, not the barely eatable non-sense I usually made. Having no other game plan I threw something together, prayed, and dished out my questionable muffins to my guest. What a bad host I am!
That day, I thought really hard... so what exactly are baked goods? We say "pie crust, muffin, cupcake, coffee cake, puff pastry, and croissant", but do we know what they actually mean?