I've heard it said a few times that there a two different kinds of people in this world: cooks and bakers. I don't believe this is entirely true, and I know a number of people who are magnificent at both. I, however, definitely fall into the former category. Most of the people I know who bake regularly enjoy the precision involved. My brother works in a laboratory, carefully and vitally measuring all day, and watching him pouring out flour and sugar to the last gram to make shortcrust pastry or banana bread is like watching a kid with a chemistry set (albeit a super delicious chemistry set). I'm a bit of a mess when I cook; adding teaspoons of this and pinches of that, and my approach to baking tends to go the same way. I like the freedom to taste and to tweak, not to mention the relaxation I find in putting some music on and spending an hour or two spinning from chopping board to cupboard to stove, singing loudly and badly all the while. I've always found baking somewhat anti-climactic in that sense. You make your batter, you pop it in the oven, and you wait. The payoff is (almost) always worth it, but to me it lacks the appeal of standing over a bubbling pot. This recipe uses pretty rough measurements of every ingredient, and is incredible easy to assemble. It's probably reflected here that my sweet tooth is almost non-existent too. These muffins are mellow