The English muffins nearly defeated me. My excitement turned to dismay when I split open the first batch and found doughy centers, and I resigned myself to trying again. For the purposes of the challenge I try to make each bread one time and move on to the next, just to keep things going, but I couldn’t let this go.
So finally, weeks and weeks later, I got around to making these again during the brief period between the now infamous DC Snowmaggedon of 2010 and the current blizzard. As I write this morning I peek out our windows and see heavy snowfall mixed with gusty winds that whip up the snow to occasional whiteout. Fortunately the power is still on and the English muffins, though still not perfect, at least this time were edible and a hit with the family. We warmed them up and slathered on salted butter and a delicious tart cherry jelly that my sister sent for Christmas, and we were thankful for being together safe and warm.