So I made my own granola, yeah I did and it was a sad and happy occasion. Happy because it was sooo gooood, sad because I hadn’t discovered this recipe earlier. As I’m writing this, my belly is aching a little…I think I overdid it slightly with the granola but that’s how addictive it is – but I’m sure the rest of you have more strength than I do. I think if the Dr had come home while I was baking the granola he would have thought that I was possessed, I was crouched down in front of the oven door inhaling the granola fumes, almost ripping the oven door off the oven. Good lord.
Often I have those nights when the Dr is working and I’m on my own and I cannot even contemplate making a proper dinner but I gotta eat because I’m hungry. This is where breakfast for dinner comes in (or brinner as I have now decided to call it). Usually I end up either with a bowl of cereal or an omelette or scrambled eggs…until I made this. This is incredibly flavourful, awesome if you’re muffintop is starting to creep back and so quick to make (tick-tick-tick), that I made it 3 times in the past week-uh huh, yep, 3 times and the 3rd time I made it when the Dr was home, this is what happened (see below).
So if I was organised, I would have posted this recipe for St Patrick’s Day (because it’s green people, yes, just pointing out the obvious – just in case), but I wasn’t, so here it is today. Come to think of it, on the other hand you could actually say that I am super organised and getting you prepared for next year’s St Patrick’s Day. Up to you which way you want to look at it…glass half empty or glass half full…your choice.