| Making granola reminds me of living in Clarksville, TN. My mom owned "The Rose Garden Tearoom" pictured here, and we all lived upstairs. Every week I would go down to the kitchen when all the employees had left for the day. I would gather all the ingredients to make granola (my grandfather's recipe). Oats, cashews, honey, raisins, etc. would go into a big pot on the stove. I would stir and stir and always wondered why the granola never looked like granola? It never really tasted like granola either, more like uncooked oats with honey poured on them. A couple of days ago, I looked up a recipe for granola and realized, you have to bake it in the oven. Oh! |