This reviewer recently attended a bake sale in Milford, a contentious event to be sure, and the real controversy was that the runner-up in the cupcake category was this assortment of muffin-like pastries.
To be sure, they were delicious. I have no problem with their quality. It’s the audacity to pass them off as another type of pastry that galls me.
There is probably a long and storied background of cupcakes that deserves every bit of respect it has likely earned if I were to learn more about it. The fact that the contestant in question has flouted the basic unwritten rules of cupcake preparation sullies every imaginary rule of baking that I can think of.
Mind you, they were quite tasty. Again, I’m not questioning that. Blueberry with a hint of what I assume is buttermilk. Just a brief taste transported me back to Grandma Jean’s kitchen when we were kids. Simply amazing, and worthy of high praise. I bought three dozen on the spot, and have made my way through more than I care to admit.
But that’s not why we’re here today. No, I am still outraged at the inclusion of these pseudo-cupcakes – actually I refuse to refer to them now as anything other than muffins – in the contest.
To my surprise, that was not the central controversy at the bake sale. One of the contestants had her winning pie called into question as an alleged store-bought mix. I will let more seasoned investigative reporters to cover that aspect.
In summary, it is plain disgusting that in this day and age we would have muffins admitted into a baking contest as cupcakes. They are the most wonderfully delicious muffins I have ever tasted and I am devoting my life to learning the recipe, but still.