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Grandma's Magic Shit Muffins

One of my favorite family recipes is Grandma's Magic Shit Muffins.  We tend to have digestion issues in the fam, whether it's IBS, Celiac, or good ol' fashioned constipation.  Grandma's Magic Shit Muffins are just that: magic.


Her muffins are not only tasty, but they get things moving if you're blocked up.  I never recommend eating more than two a day, unless you want to sit on the toilet for hours.


This recipe yields quite a few muffins, so feel free to halve the recipe.  The batter stays good in the fridge in an airtight container for up to six weeks.


Grandma's Magic Shit Muffins


1 15-oz box of Raisin Bran
5 cups of flour
2 cups of sugar
5 tsp. baking soda
1 TB cinnamon
1/2 tsp. ground cloves
2 tsp. salt
1 cup of oil (or substitute for something lighter--check Google)
4 eggs
1 qt. buttermilk
Fruit and/or nuts, chopped into bite-size pieces.  Try apples, pecans, dried berries, walnuts, etc.


Pre-heat oven to 350.  Mix all dry ingredients.  Mix all liquid ingredients.  Mix together.  In muffin cups, fill 3/4 up with batter.  Bake for 15-20 minutes or until cooked all the way through.



Enjoy responsibly.

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