I must have been a little out of it today. I was cooking dinner after helping a co-worker move boxes in the heat, and I partially screwed up the rhubarb muffins I was working on. (Rhubarb muffins, by the way, are amazing.) I had everything stirred up, muffin tin filled with batter and just had to add the cinnamon-sugar topping. I mixed up the ingredients, sprinkled a little bit on each muffin. Then turned to put something in the microwave for the other recipe I was working on (veggie burritos) and discovered the little dish of butter that was supposed to mix into the cinnamon-sugar. Nice.
So I poured a teeny bit of butter on top of each muffin thinking it might somehow blend together. But when I pulled them out of the oven they were basically muffins with cinnamon-sugar spilling over the edges and a strangle looking brown spot in the middle of each one.
Fortunately, this didn’t affect the taste in any way, and we gobbled them up in a matter of seconds. I just felt really dumb for leaving out that step, and for the fact that only four of them turned out right. I had already had to improvise about half a cup of buttermilk and half a cup of whole wheat flour I didn’t have. But I guess that’s what I love about cooking — you can change the recipe, you can improvise when you’re down an ingredient or two, and if the stars are aligned, you can still come out with a pan full of tasty muffins. The burritos, despite being baked in the wrong size pan, were good, too.