Preamble: All things that I talk to you about will have happened.. two weeks-ish ago. You see, summer has proven to be busier than the school year was (how?)…
you know my deal. I’ve whined to you about the far-too-many-things-I-take-on before. I’m merely scraping by on my blogger duties this summer, and I sort of kind of expected this. Be forewarned, I’m going to be blogging balls-to-the-wall in the fall.
It’ll be my coping mechanism… given that summer will be over.
Trust me. I know me.
SO, any of you who visit often know that my family recently bought a new house and moved. And you might also know, based on the previous paint colours, that we decided to overhaul the walls (Oh yes, you’ll be getting some transitional-renovation shots soon, chaos.).
For fear of getting up close and personal with lavender leafy walls *shudder*, we hired the best to do it for us.
His name is Joe.
Joe is a painter.
Joe laughed at us when we asked if he would need tape for painting edges.
Joe knows what he’s doing. Joe is smart.
Scratch that: Joe is wise.
In addition to doing an amazing painting job, Joe also gave free valuable advice.
He doesn’t normally say much, but I was sure to pay attention when he did, I think it was worth it.
“Never hire an electrician with no eyebrows,” Joe once said, unprovoked. Well said Joe.
I got used to living as a lone 20 yr old girl + painters. For an entire week in fact, I could always could on classical music and the sound of squelching paint rollers to welcome me home from a day at work. I highly recommend living with painters for a week. They have refreshing tastes in music. Huge variety. Jazz, Blues, Orchestral symphonies.
I was leeching all of these good mucial vibes, profound words, and revitalizing paint fumes (no joke, I go wild for paint smells) from Joe (and his gentlemanly painter friend Andrew), but what was I giving in return?
The cacauphony of beautiful dishwasher-unloading sounds?
The occassional creepy following around, just to see the paint transformation unfold before my eyes?
My slightly awkward presence while sitting with my macbook in the middle of the room they’re painting?
The odd bit off small talk, in attempts to pry out some more of Joe’s insightful gold?
So I made muffins.
I hope I made an impact. I secretly hope they remember me as that awesome, selfless girl, from the big ugly coloured house who made them delicious muffins. And that they spread kind words about me throughout the painting community.
That or I helped them not be hungry anymore.
Poor guys watched me eat the first two muffins myself and probably thought that they wouldn’t get any. I’m such a tease. Or maybe I have zero willpower and these muffins rocked straight outta the oven.
Blueberry Crumble Muffins
Adapted from 101 cookbooks
3/8 cup whole wheat flour
1/4 cup rolled oats
1/4 organic cane or brown sugar
1/6 cup salted butter, melted
1 cup rolled oats
1 cup unbleached all purpose flour
1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
scant 1/2 teaspoon salt (less if using salted butter)
7/8 cup butter, plus more for greasing pan
1/2 cup organic cane or brown sugar
1 1/2 cups plain yogurt
2 large eggs, whisked
+ 1 cup or more blueberries ( I used frozen)
Preheat oven to 350F. Butter one or two muffin pans. No need for paper liners with these mama’s. Place oven racks in top third of oven.
Get going on your crumble ahead of time. Combine the flour, oats, sugar, and salt in a bowl. Stir in the melted butter. Split mixture into two portions, and use your hands to form into patties. Place the patties in a bowl in the freezer while you do all of your other prep .
Muffin time. In a medium bowl combine the oats, flours, baking soda, and salt. Melt the butter in a small saucepan. Remove from the heat and stir in the sugar. Whisk in the yogurt, and then the eggs. It’s fun and thick. Pour the wet ingredients over the dry and stir just until combined. Pretty please don’t over mix. Fold in your Bluebs!
Pour batter into the muffin tins, use an ice cream scoop if you’re smart. Take crumble out of the freezer and break it up into chunkies. Sprinkle the top of each muffin with crumble, and bake muffins for 30 – 35 minutes, until toothpick comes out clean. Let cool for a short short bit in the pan then let the rest on a cooling rack. Or in your belly. Makes 1.5 dozen
So you don’t have painters?
These muffins are also good for:
– Coercing loved ones into thinking you’re uber thoughtful and bringing them a muffin to the airport when you pick them up (I am uber thoughtful, If I wasn’t, that muffin would be in my BELLY).
– Cheering up friends named Coralie who spend their whole day driving a trolley with potentially ignorant tourists.
-Bartering with able bodied neighbours, who turn what could have been a five hour Brittany job into a 15 minute Brittany + best neighbour family ever job. Thanks for moving our flooring🙂
Muffins are available on demand.
p.s. No I did not get any pictures of my painter friends. I feel like that would have been really uncomfortable. They already saw me spend half an hour photographing muffins, I’d filled my daily crazy quota.