Granola

I started the year with homemade granola.  I'm not sure how much I like this recipe, which combines oil, molasses and brown sugar.  This concoction is heated until the sugar melts then poured over the oat mixture and mixed.  I may still be searching for the perfect granola recipe.  The stuff in the picture has rolled oats, sesame seeds, ground flax seed, sunflower seeds, chopped almonds and pistachios, dried cranberries and cherries and date bits.  I like the base ingredients, I'm just not sure about the molasses, which is add since I love molasses anything.  I take after my dad in that respect.

I was so productive over the holidays and now I've crashed and burned.  I slept badly last night so I have no drive to do much of anything except go to bed EARLY.  The cats, of course, just want to play.  This is mostly exhibited in the yarn they've used to string up the house.  Tyr is currently laying on some unfinished quilt squares and Galen is in the bathroom hoping I'll come and turn on the water.  This is the lull before the storm.  As soon as they find the aforementioned yarn I've wound up, again, they'll be at it again.  I'd been letting them sleep with me but I inevitably sleep badly when they do.  (No, they didn't sleep with me last night.)  Just about the only time I let them sleep with me now is on nights when I don't have to work the next day.

Everyone seems to make resolutions for the new year.  I've found that resolutions never last much past January.  I'm making some changes but I don't really know what to call them since they had better last more than 31 days.  We'll just leave it at that.  I'll tell you about them later once the habits have sunk in but I find if I talk about things I want/plan to do, I never actually do them.  Hey, something to look forward to!

Going to bed now...

Comments

[gayle]

My little Ursula used to string yarn around the house, even when I was sure I'd closed the door to the room where all the yarn was...
I don't do resolutions, either. It always seemed like I was setting myself up for failure, then beating myself up over it. Who needs that kind of stress?

[Nannette]

My Lyra learned to string toilet paper (she's SO talented), but recently we were down to one roll for three bathrooms. And that's the one she shredded to death. I think she hates me, and I even let her sleep with me. I've told her about the mean mama in Michigan who doesn't let her babies sleep with her, but it hasn't helped her attitude. Maybe I should try a fingerling potato.