Mommy makes granola!
I feel like I should be growing my pit hair while I’m at it. I never in a million years thought I would be that person who made granola. But as with all things, when needs must, you do.
When I was pregnant with Riona (a lifetime ago, it seems), I was obsessed with granola. Specifically, the granola that was €5 a pop at the Blueberry. Slathered with yogurt and lashings of honey and glistening berries, it was a thing of beauty. It still is.
I bought endless boxes of granola in different places and none of them compared. The most expensive box I got appeared to have all the bells and whistles but when I opened it, it smelled like the dregs of a deep fat fryer. Boke.
Fast forward to several months later and I took a notion today to make some. I used nigella’s recipe, not the one that caused the recent furore on telly but an older one.