Bran muffins are my jam. Seriously. This is my second full post on them. In the first, from over 5 years ago, I recount my long and loving history with the bran muffin and my inability to make them well at home.
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Bran muffins are my jam. Seriously. This is my second full post on them. In the first, from over 5 years ago, I recount my long and loving history with the bran muffin and my inability to make them well at home.
It’s a summer of firsts for me. My first summer in the U.S. in a decade. My first summer not in Italy in a decade. My first summer working (at a not-summer-job job). My first summer not traveling. My first summer in many years not married, and my first summer without Stella.
In preparation from our two-month stay, my mother stocked up on mascarpone. And by stocked up, I mean she purchased all the mascarpone this side of the Atlantic.
I’m not one to try to improve on perfection. I use only one recipe for chocolate chip cookies, scones, and cream cheese frosting. And the reason is simple: they are perfect.
As I sit here typing, I have a box of tissues and a big, neon glass of Berocca next to me. I would never buy the stuff but I found it in our sparsely populated medicine drawer alongside dissolvable aspirin (where have you been all my life?) and decided to give it a go.