One spring weekend during high school, my dad dropped me off at a friend’s house. Between our busy schedules and how she lived a few towns away, we rarely saw each other, so we took advantage of that sunny Saturday and planned an entire day of fun.
Around noon, we walked two miles along the bike paths and trails in her neighborhood that eventually led to a cute downtown area. She suggested one of the smaller local restaurants, and the hostess immediately seated us outside at a small table for two.
I opened the menu and started scanning the various options. My friend pointed out her favorites, including a cranberry and apple spinach salad and another of goat cheese and mixed greens, while a waiter set down two frosty glasses of ice water and a petite wicker basket in the center of the table.
After we thanked him, my friend pulled back the linen napkin to reveal two types of warm, freshly baked bread: an airy white sourdough and a heartier whole wheat. Whole oats garnished the tops of the latter, and as we thoroughly enjoyed snacking on both beautifully soft varieties while waiting for our entrées, I made a mental note to try decorating my next batch of muffins the same way.
The following weekend, back in my own kitchen, I pulled out a set of mixing bowls and got to work. After dolloping the batter into our well-worn muffin tins, I sprinkled a tiny pinch of oats on top of each one. I smiled down at the pale flakes, slid the pans into the oven, and set a timer.
When it beeped, I slipped my hand into an oven mitt and placed the tray on top of the stove. Impatient, I leaned against the granite countertop and stared at their beautifully tall domed tops, lazy curls of steam rising from the tip of each, silently willing them to cool faster. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I gently picked up the first one to move it to a wire rack…
And all of the oats fell off — every last flake.
The same thing happened again… And again… And again. No matter how gingerly I touched them, the toasted and slightly crunchy oats popped right off and scattered all over the floor. Not a single one remained on the muffins.
By the time all twelve sat on the cooling rack, I couldn’t help but laugh… And I also learned a valuable lesson.
Oats do much better inside of muffins!
So that’s the way I made these ultimate healthy oatmeal muffins! I folded the oats into the batter, rather than sprinkling them on top, and I absolutely loved the way they turned out.
Incredibly soft, deliciously cozy, sweet and spiced and scrumptious… They always seem to disappear quickly — because they’re perfect for breakfast, mid-morning coffee breaks, and even afternoon snacks!
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