At this point in breakfast-pastry history, the only thing separating most muffins from cupcakes is frosting. They’ve become almost unrecognizable, tarted up like baby beauty queens with ingredients better left to cookie dough and trick-or-treating. So it’s a pleasure to go back to basics with a blueberry muffin, particularly when it comes from Blue Sky Bakery.
As its neighbors will attest, the miniscule Park Slope storefront is always crowded, and with good reason. Its $2.25 muffins are both amply endowed and categorically delicious, and typically served hot. The muffin pictured above was still warm even after a half-hour commute to Manhattan, and with a little prodding split open to reveal a still-steaming treasure trove of blueberries. The crumb surrounding them was fluffy and tender, and contained by a deliriously crunchy shell. It was, all told, an exemplary way to start the day, providing a respectable carbohydrate rush without being so sweet that we had to fight the urge to return to bed — “bed” in this case meaning the floor under our desk.
It’s a chunky, happy thing, this blueberry muffin, and accordingly registers a pair of Relaxed Fits on the Fat Pants scale. And that’s fine, because if breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it should be celebrated as such.
Blue Sky Bakery
53 Fifth Avenue, Brooklyn