I was going to say I love English muffins but at different times, I love different things. I love biscuits and crunchy toast and . . English muffins. I’ve been wanting to make them for several weeks and just never got around to it.
I was going to make sourdough English muffins and I have to feed the starter in the morning, then make the dough late in the evening, leave it out overnight, then bake them the next morning. I kept forgetting to get started in the morning . . I’d think about it something around noon and that was really too late so finally, I remembered.
I don’t know if you can see the clock but it was after 9 p.m. when I finally got them to cooking.
I was so strong and didn’t eat one til late . . after midnight . . when I was putting them away and I couldn’t help myself. They’re so good.
The ones on the back row . . the dough needed to rest and wouldn’t roll out thin enough so I just made fat muffins for those last three. That’s ok. Fat isn’t so bad, right?