Hobieperson
Active member
last week at the farmers market I stalked a mom and daughter. right before they pepper sprayed me, I asked, "excuse me, where did you buy the English muffins?". 
they pointed towards the back corner and told me to hurry, they were running out!!.. my wife and I scurried, and bought the last 4 they had.
at home we ate them in the usual manner. my first thought, "I remember making these!". I referenced my old ratty note book and today, I woke up at 5:00 am, started the dough..well, I started last night boosting my sourdough starter and waking it up with a fresh feeding.
game on. jogged my route with Hank-the-dog as the dough did it's dough thing and poofed up. (it is slightly yeasted).
formed and going for the 2nd-rise, and I will cook them off and put them into deep freeze.
they pointed towards the back corner and told me to hurry, they were running out!!.. my wife and I scurried, and bought the last 4 they had.
at home we ate them in the usual manner. my first thought, "I remember making these!". I referenced my old ratty note book and today, I woke up at 5:00 am, started the dough..well, I started last night boosting my sourdough starter and waking it up with a fresh feeding.
game on. jogged my route with Hank-the-dog as the dough did it's dough thing and poofed up. (it is slightly yeasted).
formed and going for the 2nd-rise, and I will cook them off and put them into deep freeze.
Last edited:
