They were the best of muffins, they were the worst of muffins, they delighted me with their juicy blueberries, they tormented me with the heavy taste of whole wheat flour, their nearly-lacy tops crunched between my teeth, their leaden doughy insides stuck to the roof of my mouth, Harry ate his weight in minimuffins, Harry barely touched them—in short, my two most recent baking episodes, both inspired by a sudden enthusiasm for corn meal, could not have been more different.