Granola Confession

You know I suffer from a yet to be classified by the AMA condition called weather paralysis that manifests itself in my inability to do anything but sit on my couch and watch Brit-flicks while eating cheese when it rains.  Well, it's been raining all morning and I am happy to report that I exercised for a full hour and showered and ate a real breakfast, not just a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles.  It wasn't until much later in the morning that I sat down with some brie and watched last night's episode of Downton Abbey (oh, that Thomas makes me so mad). 

One thing I don't mind doing when it rains is baking.  It just feels appropriate and it warms up my house without me having to turn on the heater (because I'm cheap and the heater makes my allergies cranky).  On the docket today is granola and bread.  I've been hiding the fact from you for months now but I make my own granola.  Because making your own granola just seems so, I don't know, granola-y.  And pretentious. Like, only people who use hemp toilet paper and brag about it make their own granola, right?  And yet, here I am, chopping up dried fruits and toasting the oats and measuring out flax seed (FLAX SEED!?!) What have I become?  Oh, right, I'm cheap.  I started making my own granola for the single reason that's it's cheaper than buying it.  The bulk granola over at Sprouts is so delicious, it's like crack, but it's also just as expensive.  So, yes, I'll admit it.  But that just means there's more room in my budget for cheese.