I am a horrible muffin maker. I have yet to bake a successful muffin. My attempts are dense, horrible disasters that look and taste like hockey pucks. Well meaning bakers advise me that I am over mixing, so instead I under mix and my muffins end up harboring pockets of flour. My long suffering husband, the unfortunate sampler of my attempts, once plaintively begged me to stop making muffins.
I don’t even particularly like muffins, so I don’t know what ever possessed me to buy a mini muffin tin. I think it can go and the world can breathe a little easier at breakfast time.