I Might Grow Grass

Our snow days are over.

The ice melted (yes, it really did melt into water), the roads and bridges reopened, I don’t have to bundle up like the Michelin Man, and life is back to normal.

Sort of.

My mouth hurts. My jaw is sore and I think I have TMJ or lockjaw from eating hard-as-marble homemade granola for two straight days.

See, what happened was…

The day before the ice storm hit I decided to make The Pioneer Woman’s homemade granola bars. I recently stumbled across the recipe and I had been thinking a lot lately about trying it out; not because we especially like granola, or honey, or anything that goes into the recipe; not even because I thought the photo of The Pioneer Woman’s homemade granola bars looked delicious.


I decided to make the Pioneer Woman’s granola bars based solely on the fact that The Pioneer Woman said my home would smell good if I made these bars. And I was feeling all nesty because Winter was coming… But she was right. My home did. Smell delicious. All day.

And my bars turned out perfectly.
I changed up The Pioneer Woman’s recipe a bit; I skipped the Rice Krispies, and added chia seeds, coconut and Crasins. If I make these again, I’ll probably skip the brown sugar too.

My homemade granola bars turned out sugary-sweet and delicious; more like hippie cookies than granola bars, but they were so good.

Which was so bad. We normally don’t keep anything sweet in our house because I don’t have any self control, and Hubs and I are usually training for marathons.

So of course during the whole forty-eight hour ice storm, the only thing I ate was hippie cookies. I ate so many damn hippie cookies I expected the chia seeds to start sprouting out of my pores when I took a shower. I’m still not convinced it won’t happen; it typically takes five to seven days for chia seeds to sprout, right? And my leg was super itchy a few minutes ago…

So I’ve made a mental note to plug my nose, boil water and gather towels next time I’m feeling nesty.

Wait. Do Chia Pets nest?


One comment on “I Might Grow Grass

  1. Noelle
    February 2, 2014 at February 2, 2014 #

    Ohhh that’s why I can’t make sweets! L asks for them, I make them, he eats one, and well……..

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