Vintage Eats Recipe: 1985 Blueberry Muffins

This recipe is not an unusual recipe by any means. Most cookbooks I’d wager have a blueberry muffin recipe.

But that’s the wonderful aspect of this recipe – people still love these things, even after almost 40 years when this cookbook was published!

Proof:  I served these at my church this week at the coffee bar before church, along with banana bread, oatmeal cake, and sugar cookies – all my vintage recipes that will someday show up here.

The dozen blueberry muffins were the only item that had no leftovers. People’s eyes lit up when they spied them!

The slight sweetness of the batter, plus the plump juiciness of the berries are a terrific combination year-round.

This is a super-simple recipe so if you’re new to baking, or just have an hour to whip up something on a lazy weekend, or the kiddos want a change in the kitchen, it’s a good one.

Prep time is 10 minutes with only 1 mixing dish for easy clean up.

What’s not to love?

As for the cookbook itself, it is entitled “Friendship Favorites 25^th Anniversary Cookbook” published by the Maplewood Mennonite Church of Fort Wayne, Indiana (1985).

The inside cover says “A collection of family favorites from members, former members and friends of Maplewood Mennonite Church, Fort Wayne in celebration of the church’s 25^th anniversary.” A woman named Glennice Stauffer contributed it.

I won this cookbook in a local online auction. It has many handwritten notes on the cover, presumably from the original owner. I’ll be checking out her recommendations and maybe posting them in 2024.

Enjoy!

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Blueberry Muffins

2 c. flour

2 t. baking powder

½ t. salt

¼ c. sugar

½ t. vanilla

2 T. butter, melted

1 egg

1 c. milk

Add ¾ c. blueberries.

Bake 25 minutes at 400 degrees.

Makes 12.

My notes: I will use a full c. of berries in next batch.

I also sprayed the bottom of each paper liner to avoid the batter sticking.

Bon Appetit!

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Vintage Find of the Week

When a church rummage sale offered this cute cookie jar for sale, I had to have it. The name “McCoy” didn’t mean anything to me. I’ve since discovered it was a prominent maker of ceramics in the mid-century, making these collectible. As Dad worked on the railroad, it has more sentimental value for me. Isn’t it precious?