I spent 48 blissful hours in Seattle over the weekend. It was overcast, rainy, brilliantly green and full of traffic just as Seattle always is. I attended a writing workshop with Molly Weizenberg at The Pantry, a lovely little cooking school tucked into an unassuming neighborhood in Ballard. It goes without saying I was nerding out all weekend alternating between school-girl bashfulness and knee-knocking nervousness.
The workshop focused on story-telling and learning how to use food to tell stories. It was fun and deeply challenging; several accomplished writers along with a few novices like myself were sprinkled in the crowd. We read aloud what we wrote and I left yesterday afternoon exhausted in a really good way and motivated to keep going with this little blog endeavor.
Of course, this morning I woke up in the pitch black of O-dark-thirty and immediately real life came raining down. One kid has a cold that literally developed out of nowhere and another kid was being a total jerk about making their bed and just in general didn’t feel like being a decent human being this morning. No amount of coffee or deep breathing was going to keep my lovely little weekend alive and by 9am it was slipping into the back of my mom-brain, a cavernous black hole never to be seen again.
So I made granola. It’s not much of a recipe and I feel like it turns out a little different every time. Today I mixed together 4 cups of rolled oats, 2 cups of slivered almonds, 1ish cups of flaked coconut and about a 1/2 cup each of flaxseed meal and bran in a large bowl. I generously sprinkled the whole thing in cinnamon and nutmeg and a tiny dash of sea salt. Then I melted a little less than 1 cup coconut oil and 1/2 a cup of pure maple syrup together and mixed everything together. I baked it for 20 minutes in a 350 degree oven and when it was brown and toasty I took it out and let it cool off. I sprinkled some raisins in and put it in a glass jar so I could put it on my counter and snack all week.
The sweet smell of toasted oats and cinnamon filled the kitchen. The preschoolers hovered nearby for a taste and I gave in and made everyone hot chocolate. We still have a case of the Mondays but granola definitely helps.