I spotted these muffins on a really great website back in May (per usual) and immediately wanted one. However, blackberries weren’t quite in season yet, and I didn’t have much time or reason to make muffins for no specific reason (tragic, I know). I was in the process of preparing to move home, where these photos were taken, and making yet another item to store just didn’t make sense. By the time I graduated, moved home, unpacked all of my cooking crap [confession: not everything is unpacked yet] the berries were in season and I was totally set….
My sister, strange child that she is, hates all things chocolate. Despite the fact that, to our dad’s family, it is nearly blasphemous to say such a thing, she has spent her near-nineteen years turning her nose up at anything cocoa (save one time, at age three, when she attempted to eat a Barbie chocolate because it was wrapped in pink foil). So when I turned up to the photo lab meeting last night with only brownie-cupcakes, she immediately chided me for not making something she would eat. These muffins are a baked apology….