I took a trip down memory lane recently. The picture in my mind went a little something like this: standing on a little step stool of Howard’s Restaurant helping my grandmother, Mimi, dunk the honey dipped donuts into the confectioners sugar glaze with the special white spatula spoon reserved for the task, and eating her absolutely delicious plain donuts hot off the cooling tray laid out with those brown paper towels to soak up the grease. This was always early in the morning. And usually friendly folks like Mr. Davis would come by early in the morning to get a dozen donuts to go giving us a wave, his great big smile and shout a hello to us through the open window. I don’t have her kitchen, the big black fryer, or the wherewithal to make up such delicacies; but I could try to create something similar to get a little taste of nostalgia on this cool, grey day. The recipe I choose to try out was nutmeg doughnut muffins.
I recently started reading “A Homemade Life” by Molly Wizenberg. This recipe is from her wonderful blog, Orangette. Before you click on the link please beware…it is a very heartwarming post!!
One key part I believe is freshly grated nutmeg. Oh and be sure not to overmix the batter. If you are heavy handed you will surely end up with hard-as-heck muffins instead of the fluffy, tender muffins you were hoping for. If you end up with this:
…it is ok. I realize there are a few tiny spots of flour here and there but that was a-ok with me. The baking time suggested may be a bit too long. Remember that the muffins will still cook a little bit more as they cool. I think my muffins were in there about 22 minutes – a few minutes more than needed. The next step in this was positively sinful. Brushing the tops of the muffins with melted butter then rolling the tops in powdered sugar! I sifted the powder sugar on the top…but that only because I had never used my nifty little sifter! The final product was very tasty and as soon as I took the first bite I had a brief flashback of being beside my grandmother, eating her donuts and drinking orange juice she said she had put happy pills in. No, really, that is the honest truth. She had me convinced that all orange juice had this magical happy pill ingredient that would make the day a positively happy one!
I have tried for a few posts now to describe the happy train that suddenly made a permanent stop at my little corner of the world. I made a pact with myself awhile back…and that was to simply be the most happy and positive person I could be. Where do you live you may be wondering?!
Well I don’t live in Pleasantville U.S.A and I don’t always have a smile on my face every second of everyday (I am a normal human being)! I started the happy self project for me. And miracle of miracles it worked! I would like to think that it is having some type of affect on those around me. All aboard…..!!!
There are a couple lines from a tune that Martin Sexton sings that I never grow old of hearing:
“Are you living the life you always dreamed of
givin your time to the ones who make you smile
makin your world worth while
are you livin the life…”