The ultimate measure of a kitchen failure
The cornbread muffins started out promising. The ingredients mixed easily, the batter was the right consistency, and the baking was fairly straightforward. They slid out of the muffin tin easily and had a crisp outside with a chewy center.
The issues started when I popped the first bite in my mouth and realized I had made a batch of yellow soap muffins. There was the bitter tang of baking powder and a grainy texture that had turned a simple recipe into a serious issue.
They were so bad, I experienced no joy when I asked my wife to taste them. None of the “this is awful, try it” glee that all little brothers are programmed to enjoy. We made the adult decision that they would not be used to ruin a perfectly good batch of chili and the mini muffins were exiled to the trash.