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I woke up craving bran muffins today.  I mean really craving them.  I couldn’t tell you the last time I actually had bran muffins, but the ones I last remember having must have been when I was a teenager living at home.  But this morning when I closed my eyes and breathed in the aroma of fresh brewed coffee I could actually evoke the smell of bran muffins wafting out of the oven.  I picture myself levering a hot muffin out of the pan and fingertipping it onto my plate.  I can see the the curls of steam releasing from the heart of the muffin as I slide the knife through the middle, slicing the crispy hat off and laying the muffin open, ready for the butter.  The little knob of butter instantly floats on itself as the heat of the muffin turns it into a stream and now it’s a race to see if it will all soak into the hot muffin or if some will manage to spill over onto the plate.  I hesitate for a moment trying to decide if I will put the hat back on the muffin or eat it in two halves.  Slapping the two halves together, I lift the warm muffin to my lips… a little blob of butter escapes on to my finger and drips onto the plate.  Then…

Then I realise I don’t have a receipe for bran muffins!!  Can you help me out?!!  Please!!!