Gluten free blueberry muffins

Throwing stuff out is not my jam. Minimalists, let me spare you the pain and avert your eyes now.

Not only do I love to collect, I also struggle with sorting through and throwing out the accumulated tangible items of life. This includes my clothes, knick-knacks and kitchenware but my biggest challenge is anything that belongs to our boys; be it toys, items of clothing or books.

I detest waste (who knows when it may come in handy?) but I also attach an immense amount of sentiment to such objects. Each precious article reminds me of our curly-haired, chubby-thighed little boys in Bonds t-shirts. How could I get rid of the wooden medieval castle or the Schleich animal figurines thoughtfully chosen together? But what I find most difficult is the books. Ahh, the books.

Every book I pick up has been read thoroughly, over and over during those early years. Each of them reminds me of sweet smelling freshly washed heads, snuggly pyjamas, weary nighttime little limbs softened and curled against me. They listened and looked and recited along with either myself or the Yak as we read to them. As often and whenever we could.

Trying to sort through the boys early childhood collection was my very own personal nightmare and I admit to keeping more than I should have. The classic books remembered from my own childhood had to be retained. The Giant Jam Sandwich, The Bad Baby and The Elephant, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Where the Wild Things Are, The Tiger Who Came to Tea and The Story About Ping.

Nor could I give away the many Hairy McLary’s, The Gruffalo, Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus and Peepo. (To name but a few.) Lovingly packed away for now, my hope is that they will be read to future possible grandchildren (if I live that bloody long). If not, they will hopefully be rediscovered by our boys when they get the wonderful job of clearing out the crap once we have shuffled off this mortal coil. Lads, you are welcome.

This recipe is slightly tweaked from the marvellous Gluten Free Girl blog. Her feelings and experimentation pertaining to The Science of Muffin Baking, mirror my own. As all of us who bake gluten free know, it can be tricky to enjoy a lovely tender bake without using a nut based flour. I don’t like a big, overly sweet and cakey muffin and these little fruity beauties have a lovely soft crumb, are hydrated (I am trying desperately to avoid a certain ‘m’ word that I hate) and are a divine accompaniment to a cup of tea or coffee. Kid 1 loves them enough to hog the whole lot. (He will hopefully remember these muffins lovingly as he sorts through the mountains of inherited flotsam and jetsam.)


260 gf plain flour (Bobs Red Mill 1 to 1 gf flour blend is my current fave flour blend. I do not get paid to say this!)
2 tbl psyllium husk
1/2 cup sugar
1 tbl baking powder
1/2 tsp bi-carb soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries
1 cup buttermilk (I have used soy milk and regular milk as well but buttermilk provides the most tender muffin)
2 eggs
1/2 cup oil (I use grapeseed or rice bran oil)

Preheat the oven to 210C.
Line a 12 hole muffin tin with muffin liners. (I brush a little bit of oil in each one to assist the muffins in not sticking.)
Whisk the flour, psyllium husk, sugar, baking powder, bi-carb soda, salt, cinnamon and nutmeg in a large bowl.
Add the blueberries and toss them in the flour mixture. This flour coating helps them to not sink when baking.
Whisk the buttermilk, eggs and oil together thoroughly.
Pour the wet ingredients into a well in the dry ingredients and and very gently, fold the ingredients until everything is combined.
Fill the muffin liners equally.
Bake the muffins for five minutes at 210C then lower the heat to 180C and bake for another 15 minutes. The muffins are cooked when a skewer inserted into the middle comes out clean.
Remove from the oven and place the muffins onto a wire rack to cool.
Eat them.

Recipe slightly adapted from the following blog. This is a great post involving all things muffiny and gluten free. Go have a read.

6 thoughts on “Gluten free blueberry muffins

  1. At the risk of uttering heresies, I am not a muffin-lover. Too many bad experiences: heavy, cakey, over-sweet, under-sweet, not enough fruit/chocolate chips/what have you. A good one is pleasant. A bad one is a crushing disappointment. But I do applaud your persistence and they do look lovely! I leave you with ‘succulent’ or ‘juicy’ instead of that M word. I think they work OK with muffins as an alternative. Maybe not so much with cake…

    • Totally get it. That’s what I never buy a muffin when I am out…but they make good relatively healthy lunchbox snacks so I persist with the experimentation and I am pleased with these…gluten free for the Yak and nice enough that the kids still like them, well, the kid who likes blueberries anyway…🙄. So tricky finding an alternative to that word. Thanks for the tips. 🤗

  2. Those look amazing! I like a fairly dense muffin and yours look like the perfect blend of ‘moelleux’ (soft) but not too cakey. As for the stuff, I suffer from hoiding on to too much, too long too. Sometimes it can feel liberating to discard the detritus but other times I have regretted not holding on to things… In a perfect life, we would have a parallel house below our real one in which we keep all of the early souvenirs of this life. I would spend most of my time in that basement. 😊

    • Thanks Mel, I am pretty happy with these and love the word ‘moelleux’! Wish we had an English equivalent to it. Yes, cake is cake and a muffin should be a muffin. I adore your idea of that parallel storage house. If you have watched Stranger Things on Netlifx there is a parallel world that runs underneath ours called The Upside Down. So you are really onto something, the perfect place for us ‘collectors’ to store all our goodies! It’s so hard to get that balance right and very comforting for me to hear that I am not alone in the struggle. 😂🙏🏻

  3. What a conundrum. Personally I delete everything on my computer, then end up regretting it. I throw a lot of stuff away (give it away) and immediately need it. But what I do wish is that I’d saved every damn high heel I ever owned after becoming an adult. I had so many size 6 pink and lavender suede heels, and so many beautiful boots… but then I gained a size with each daughter and am now an 8. I donated all of those beautiful shoes, but my daughters, in their 30’s, have size 6 feet. They would have loved my heels. But I’ve never thrown a book away!!! Great muffin recipe!

    • Thanks Mimi. Ha! It’s hard to get that balance right! And hindsight is great but those shoes sounded gorgeous… bummer! Yes, books are hard to give away. I did give away a few to the charity shop but not as many as I should have!

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