A Boy and His Granola

Usually, when the kiddos ask for something, food-wise, I jump to oblige. I dunno, I guess I feel like they're making a connection...and it's food.

I've made granola before, but not in a long while. It's not terribly healthy (or as much as the word likes to conjure up) nor cost-effective. But Elliot in particular has been asking/suggesting...so what's a mom to do?

I've had great luck with this Megan's Granola recipe at allrecipes.com...but necessity is the mother of invention...and Walmart is mother of my grocery shopping headache.

I could not find the oat bran nor wheat germ. So I substituted this:

I threw a cup and a half into my food processor, pulsed it a few times until I had a coarse grind.

I left out the half-cup of sunflower seeds.

In addition to the 1/2 tablespoon of cinnamon, I also added 1/4 teaspoon of nutmeg. Because I kind of like to add nutmeg to everything.

I also added a half-cup of peanut butter into the pan to be boiled. Like many kids, Elliot really likes peanut butter, so I thought I'd honor him with the addition. Plus, it's some extra sticky protein...and don't we all want/need that?

But...he didn't want the dried cranberries. Which, you know, made me cry a little, but I'm not the one eating it.

This guy is...

...and it's highly likely he'll have his shirt off, too, when he's eating it.

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