I went to the store last week intending to get a quart of buttermilk. On a side note, I should point out that when I say “I’m going to the store,” it means I am going to our usual grocery store. No other place is referred to as “the store.” Any other grocery store is called by its proper name. It took awhile for Seth to catch on to this, but now I think he gets it. According to him, any store can be called, “the store,” but that’s just ridiculous, right? Back to the buttermilk. They only had half gallons of it, so I threw caution to the wind and said, fine, I will use this entire thing before it expires. And I did! We had buttermilk biscuits three times during the week ( I may have an addiction), we had buttermilk marinated chicken drumsticks, a buttermilk ice cream, and of course, these muffins. I just love the way buttermilk adds that tangy moistness to baked goods.