I woke up this morning a bit homesick. I’m not usually that way, but I woke up missing Southern California in the fall. The sun still shining but a chill in the breeze, perfect weather for a hearty Sunday brunch. There’s this place near where I grew up called The Kettle. They’re open 24 hours and you could get anything on the menu at any time. The best thing about The Kettle was that you could choose muffins as your side dish, and bran muffins at that. I know right? Muffins as a side? You might think it’s a bit strange but anyone from the South Bay knows that The Kettle’s muffins could be eaten anytime, anywhere and with anything.
So herein, folks comes my dilemma. Purchase a plane ticket upwards of $1,000 to fly from London to LA to feed my homesickness craving, or attempt the impossible: recreate those sticky-sweet, hearty, chewy, crave-worthy muffins right in my own little London kitchen. If only I could jump on that plane! Well, off to the kitchen.
I didn’t have very high hopes for this experiment. Those muffins are so high up on my favorite foods list that they must be so technically difficult, time consuming and physically draining to make, right? Wrong! They were surprisingly simple and taste just like the original. I told my husband what I was attempting and he told me that I shouldn’t get upset if they didn’t turn out right. The look on his face when he tried them said it all. I’ve done it folks! The weekend just got a bit sweeter and stickier!
