Blueberry Muffins

July is Official Blueberry Month so get out there and pick pints of this fresh organic succulent little fruit. Click here to check out my blog What are the Best Foods to Eat? Part 6″ where I discuss many of the healthy benefits of this ultimate “superfood” and give you lots of delicious edible suggestions and ideas.

Now…on to preparing perfect and healthy Blueberry Muffins for breakfast tomorrow.

blueberry-muffins

Ingredients

  • 1 Cup flour
  • 1/2 Tsp salt
  • 1 Tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 Tsp baking soda
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 Cup sour cream
  • 5 Tbls butter
  • 1 Cup light brown sugar, packed
  • 1 Cup old fashioned oats
  • 1 Heaping, generous cup of blueberries, fresh or frozen (do not defrost if frozen)

Directions

  • Preheat the oven to 375 degrees
  • Butter a muffin pan generously, use non-stick spray or do what I do and use pretty muffin papers
  • Set aside a couple tablespoons of flour to coat the blueberries
  • Melt the butter with the brown sugar and let cool
  • In a small bowl combine the flour, salt, baking powder and baking soda, set aside
  • In a large bowl beat 2 eggs with the sour cream until well blended
  • Beat the butter and sugar mixture into the egg mixture
  • Stir in the oats
  • Fold in the flour mixture, stirring only enough to dampen the flour.  This mixture should not be smooth.
  • Toss the blueberries into the reserved 2 tablespoons flour to coat and gently fold them into the batter.
  • Spoon the batter into the muffin tins, filling them two-thirds full
  • Sprinkle a pinch of white sugar over the top of each muffin
  • Bake for 25-30 minutes or until golden and puffy.  A toothpick inserted in the middle should come out clean.
  • Cool and remove muffins from pan
  • Store leftovers in the fridge

Skål

Memories…

I learned how to downhill ski at the age of 5.  It was a quaint little ski area called Hickory Hill in Warrensburg, located in the Adirondack mountains.  FYI, Rachel Ray is originally from Warrensburg and worked at the Howard Johnson restaurant (HoJo’s) in Lake George Village.

My very first skis were wooden with bear trap bindings.  My ski boots – leather with square toes and thick, wide laces that froze solid by the end of the day.

Hickory Hill, now called Hickory Ski Center, is located on one of the Three Sisters…three rugged mountain peaks overlooking the junction of Schroon and Hudson Rivers.  Yes… the same Hudson River where Captain “Sully” Sullenberger miraculously and safely ditched the US Air airbus on the water after flying into a flock of Canadian Geese causing loss of power to both jet engines.

Back to Hickory Hill…from the lower parking lot you actually had to put on skis and ride up the rope tow to get to the main lodge.  I hated that rope tow.  I was small and just my luck, was always behind a tall person and my ski mitts would get stuck on the rope.  I remember one day, my right mitt slipping off my hand as I attempted to exit the lift.  I’ll never forget standing in the snow watching helplessly as my black ski mitt, still in its’ tight grip on the rope, headed for the gia pulley that would send it back down to the base of the hill. I can’t remember who came to my rescue that day, but if you’re reading this…I thank you, again.

The lodge was originally an old farmhouse, which after major renovations became a warm and inviting place for aprés ski. With an amazing ambiance, it was the perfect social site for my folks and the unique “club” of skiers that they enjoyed seeing each Saturday.  The lodge boasted a circular stone fireplace adorned by large cozy couches and overstuffed chairs.  This is where you could sit in front of the crackling fire sipping hot chocolate while thawing out your frozen laces and mitts.

Hickory Hill soon became incorporated to compete with new ski areas owned by large corporations.  They sold shares and my folks became shareholders.  That’s when they installed their first chair lift.

At the end of the day, we’d ski down to the parking lot and while the car was being loaded, we’d play in the gigantic snow piles created by the plows when they cleared the lots.

By the time I was in high school and on the giant slalom racing team, there was West Mountain, Gore, Bromley, Cannon, Okemo, Killington and Mt. Snow…all within just an hour or two away.

Good memories of a much simpler time.

I invite you to leave your comments below.  Let me know if you enjoyed this recipe or let me know if you have a better one of your own you’d like to share. I look forward to hearing from you.


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