My grandma’s last meal was a bran muffin. This was apt, since eating a warm one was her favorite way to begin the day.
She liked to share, and she’d offer you one whenever you visited. Whether they were fresh out of the oven or pulled from her stash in the freezer, my grandma was never without a bran muffin.
Even after she retired from the kitchen, she didn’t need to worry about her supply. My uncle had taken over the baking duties and would bring her a batch every week. With . . .
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