For quite some time, I have been visualizing myself as a professional baker. Thanks to my mom’s obsession with following MasterChef episodes, her umpteen attempts to bake almost perfect cakes (not 100% perfect) and having a gang of amazing friends who are utterly meticulous in their baking skills, ignited my passion for baking. So, to pursue this passion, I finally decided that I would bake a simple chocolate chip muffin batch. My confidence was sky-high. I made an elaborate plan that involved collecting the recipes for a thousand varieties of muffins, listing down the required ingredients, and badgering my mom to buy the ingredients that would help me launch my dream baking project. I had been an assistant baker in my best friend’s kitchen and was able to grasp a few tricks and trades of baking. She loves baking, and she seemed even more excited than I was!

The project had a bumpy start, and I would not lie, I was a bit nervous. To begin with, me and Em started quarreling over the measuring spoons. Em wanted to assist me and was over-enthusiastic, as I described her. She spilled the all-purpose flour TWICE ☹. It was a new experience to handle the electric mixer, and as soon as I operated it, “Whooooosh!” flew the batter onto the walls, on my dress, and on Em’s face which she merrily licked. I was bathed in butter and batter. Unfortunately, the kitchen looked horribly messy ☹.

My mom came to the rescue and assisted me with the folding of the batter. She also adjusted some measurements. I would not admit that my PRECISE measurements were wrong. My mother nearly lost all her patience trying to answer my questions as to why the amount had to be lesser or more than stated. In the end, she simply gave up😊. Before placing the muffin tray into the oven, I showered more chocolate chips over the tiny muffins. Em offered to help me clean the kitchen, for which I hesitantly agreed but she did a great job.

I was extremely impatient, and I kept pacing from one end to another, checking the oven, zooming around the house, yelling for and at my mother, and after 40 excruciating minutes, it was FINALLY done. It was a complete miracle to me how my mother managed to wait patiently, while I was as impatient as a hungry infant(Is that a real simile?!). It’s astonishing how she didn’t glue me to a chair to restrict my oscillatory motion.

The muffins turned out almost perfect (Errr! I do not mean to boast). They were crispy outside and melt-in-the-mouth on the inside. The chocolate was absolutely delicious. Surprisingly, the outcome was better than I had expected.

Here’s a glimpse of my project–

Share some muffin recipes for my next baking venture in the comments!

Signing off…