Spokane Food Blog

My boyfriend is continually guilty of what I call BWI. Baking while intoxicated. I realize this might be a familiar or unusual phenomenon to you, but in my household (consisting of just me, my boyfriend and my cat) it’s a familiar occurrence. Needless to say, the cat is rarely guilty.

For what appears to be no particular reason, my boyfriend’s favorite BWI treat is muffins. His latest culinary adventure included a standard blueberry muffin mix, cinnamon, powdered sugar, bananas and craisins.

Now I’ll admit, I wasn’t an innocent bystander; and I didn’t exactly discourage his enthusiasm for smothering those poor little muffins. Rather, this time around I was a cheerleader. Aimlessly searching through our cupboards, we couldn’t wait to see what we could add next. Luckily, the ingredients ran at last dry with the craisins.

Now muffin assembly is easy. Flop in bowl and stir. The actual baking part is where it gets tricky. I told my boyfriend time and time again (as intoxicated people are hard of hearing) about the knife test. According to my mother and bakers the world over, if you poke a knife into the muffin and it comes out clean, as in no batter or crumbs on the knife, the muffins are ready.

Unfortunately my chaperon’s eye grew weary, and I left him to finish the muffins alone. And finish them he did. Every single muffin… of about 14. Overall the muffins didn’t turn out half bad, a little gooey in the center but all in all it was an impressive accomplishment given his state. I truly don’t mind BWI-ing, with supervision so long as the recipes don’t get too intense. The day he tries to make cheesecake, is the day we’re over.