How To Make Raisin Bran Muffins.

My paternal grandmother's name was Nonnie. Technically her name was Evelyn. Her grandchildren all called her Nonnie.

Yesterday I realized that I can not picture Nonnie outside of her kitchen. And not even in any part of her kitchen except the space between the sink and her table. She either stood or sat at that side of the table and held court.

My Nonnie could cook. And she always made, "stuff." Us grandkids named her desserts, "Oreo stuff, Jello stuff, etc." Main ingredient + "stuff."

 She also made killer Raisin Bran Muffins.

Sunday, I attended a brunch. I had volunteered two sure winners: 1. Emma's "strata" stuff (egg, cheese, ham casserole type situation) 2. My Nonnie's Raisin Bran Muffins.  I have made the muffins once before.


Due to my insane schedule, I was at the grocery store shopping for ingredients way past my bedtime. And it took several trips to several different stores. I don't want to get bogged down with the details but the punchline is: don't ever assume you have eggs at home. Sage advice from me to you.

The next morning I got up early enough to execute said Raisin Bran Muffins before the brunch. Halfway in I thought to myself, "Something isn't quite right." This is what I was using:

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And this actual bran(pictured below) + raisins is what I used last time: 
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The last time I made them I used real bran and raisins NOT raisin bran cereal and they turned out exactly like my Nonnie's. So, understandably, when I realized I was not following the recipe and using a different ingredient,  I panicked. I didn't know what I was doing, how they would turn out, and I was making them for an event. 

The long story short is they were different than my Nonnie's but completely fine and edible and people enjoyed them.  

What I thought about is how this story would have amused my Nonnie. I can picture her sitting at her kitchen table, laughing her raspy laugh that ended in coughing, and her eyes tearing up from laughing so hard at her overdramatic granddaughter's cooking shenanigans. I can see myself wildly gesturing as I describe my rising panic over the use of raisin bran cereal as opposed to wheat bran and raisins. I can see her getting ready to tell me that raisin bran cereal will work just fine but stopping herself so that I can carry on in my loud and exaggerated fashion about the perils of trying to imitate her greatness. And then I see her checking the Franklin Times to discuss with me whether or not I am on the Honor Roll. But that's an entirely different story for a different day. Today I just want you to know that my Nonnie made really great Raisin Bran Muffins. And mine ain't so bad either. 


Have you ever botched a recipe and it turned out okay? Or was a humiliating disaster? Leave a comment and tell me about it. 

In the meantime, the first two picture below are of the Raisin Bran Muffin process, the final product was poorly photographed on my part and so not included. Also is a pic of the strata, which was completely drama free. Save the 1 AM run to Wal-Mart for eggs.