By mistake, I bought a 4-pack of Hovis muffins recently, thinking that they were crumpets (which I adore, especially while the weather remains chilly). It became clear that they were muffins only when I opened the pack, but as I had already got the toaster out in readiness for my crumpets, I bunged two muffins in and waited for them to crisp on the outside. But then I came to a halt : what to do with them ? I have never eaten a muffin in my life (and most certainly not one of those American monstrosities that must be responsible for more overweight Americans than virtually any other cause), so I did not know how they were traditionally eaten. I tried cutting one open and adding a 1/4" layer of nice salted butter, analogous to what I would do with a crumpet apart from the cutting-open part, but the result was not particularly exciting. I added 3/8" of golden syrup : a slight improvement, but nothing to write home about. So, back in the good old days when every child knew (and could sing) # Here comes the muffin man #, how were muffins eaten, and why were they considered so wonderful that a song was written about the man who delivers them ?
** Phil.