The Very Best Maine Blueberry Muffins

Ingredients

• 1 to 1/2 Cups blueberries, adjusted to taste
• 2 Cups flour
• 1 Cup sugar (may be slightly reduced depending on berries)
• 1/2 Cup milk
• 2 large eggs
• 1 teaspoon vanilla
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 cup butter
• 1 Tablespoon sugar mixed with 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

Procedure

1. Grease muffin pans or use liners.
2. Beat butter, add sugar beat till creamy and fluffy.
3. Mix in eggs, vanilla, baking powder, and salt.
4. Fold in half the flour, then half the milk. Stir gently.
5. Add the rest of the flour and milk alternately.
6. add the blueberries, folding them in gently. Don't over stir.
7. Pour into muffin tin cups.
8. Sprinkle the tops of the muffins with the sugar and nutmeg mixture.
9. Bake at 375 25-30 minutes until the muffins are golden brown.
10. Let the muffins cool about a half hour before removing.

These freeze really really well. If you're planning to freeze them, take them out of the oven one or two minutes before they're done. I like to substitute finely shredded fresh lemon zest, a generous teaspoon, for the nutmeg in the sugar topping.

H. L. Mencken on Puritans and Puritanism

The great artists of the world are never Puritans, and seldom even ordinarily respectable.

—H.L. Mencken. Prejudices, First Series. 1919.

Puritanism is the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.

—H. L. Mencken 1880 - 1956

Plato on Writing

Plato puts these words in the mouth of Socrates; I have no idea if he is in fact accurately depicting Socrates’s views regarding writing, his own views, or something in between.

If men learn this, it will implant forgetfulness in their souls; they will cease to exercise memory because they rely on that which is written, calling things to remembrance no longer from within themselves, but by means of external marks. What you have discovered is a recipe not for memory, but for reminder. And it is no true wisdom that you offer your disciples, but only its semblance, for by telling them of many things without teaching them you will make them seem to know much, while for the most part they know nothing, and as men filled, not with wisdom, but with the conceit of wisdom, they will be a burden to their fellows.

Plato—Phaedrus 275a-b

John Davies' Weasel Sonnet

According to medieval bestiaries, with help from Pliny the Elder and Isidore of Seville, “the weasel conceives through the mouth and gives birth through the ear”—Isidore, after describing this reproductive miracle, says it is false, but that didn't stop John Davies (16 April 1569 – 8 December 1626) from metaphorically using the weasel's reproductive methods in a sonnet.

John Davies of Hereford, Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 29

Some say the Weezel-masculine doth gender
With the Shee-Weezel only at the Eare
And she her Burden at hir Mouth doth render;
The like (sweet Love) doth in our love appear:
For I (as Masculine) beget in Thee
Love, at the Eare, which thou bearst at the Mouth
And though It came from Hart, and Reynes of me
From the Teeth outward It in thee hath growth.
My Mouth, thine Eares, doth ever chastly use
With putting in hot Seed of active Love;
Which, streight thine Ear conveyeth (like a Sluce)
Into thy Mouth; and, there but Aire doth prove:
Yet Aire is active; but, not like the fire
Then O how should the Sonne be like the Sire?

Via Cliosfolly

Rebecca West on Feminism

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist when I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute

Rebecca West

Robert Frost on The Figure a Poem Makes

. . . inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life—not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

Robert Frost

Robert Frost On Education By Poetry

Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, “Why don’t you say what you mean?” We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections—whether from diffidence or some other instinct.

Robert Frost