Those of you who know me will appreciate that is a big statement. For those who don’t, I hate Ikea. I have been a few times and I am yet to come out without throwing a tantrum. I know it is a personality flaw that I have to bear. I hate being told what to do and I particularly hate being herded, like cattle, through displays that they want me to pass just to get to one little item I may be interested in. I have sworn, at least twice, that I will never go again… but still I venture.
So it must have been something really special that drove me to Ikea torture. And it was. I would not have been able to make these gorgeous little muffins if I hadn’t gone. I first saw them on Moya’s blog, Food and Tools, and I was smitten. I was in Bridgetown at the time but the image stuck. I had to make them and to make them I had to go to Ikea.
Maus was quite surprised, to say the least, when I said to her the first day we were back in Perth, “I want to go to Ikea.” I was on a mission and nothing would deter me, not even the herding.
It started well. We didn’t have tooo much trouble finding a car park. We found the entrance with out tooo much difficulty and then only went the wrong way a couple of times before, to my amazement, the kitchen appliances were in view. I quickly found what I was looking for. A muffin tray and liners that produce muffins this delightful shape. I am so happy with them. The shape is so elegant and the liners are amazing. Look how cleanly they released the muffin (top photo). Of course, we bought a few other odds and sods whilst we were there. How can you not? Then we tried to leave…
Things went down hill rapidly. We stupidly followed a sign marked “Exit”. Liar, liar! We then had to walk through the whole bloody shop, past a thousand tempting items. Maus saw something she quite liked but I wouldn’t let her buy it. “That is just what they want you to do”, I hissed. We were about three quarters of the way around the track when I felt a tantrum brimming up. I quickened my step and so did Maus. She knew trouble was brewing. “I hate this place,” I seethed and, then, “Don’t let me ever come back.” But then I looked at my lovely pan and liners and knew the suffering was worth it. I quickened my pace and made a dash for the cashier.
These pans make the most gorgeous looking muffins. I made Moya’s Lemon Yoghurt Muffins with Poppy Seeds and Dried Cranberries. I made one change because I thought Moya may have made a mistake. Moya used self-raising flour and baking powder and bi-carb. I skipped the baking powder and bi-carb. I checked out a number of similar recipes and they all used used all-purpose (plain) flour with the baking powder and bi-carb. Moya later got back to me to say it wasn’t a mistake but it was too late. I had already made them. Luckily, they turned out perfectly. I was very happy with them. Thanks, Moya.