I used to be very anti granola bars. Very, very anti anything like a granola bar. What is the point? Why would you eat a bar of granola when you can just eat a bowlful for breakfast?
Then I had children.
Then I ran out of time to do everything that needed to be done in the mornings. To get them dressed and fed and packed for school and me dressed and fed and packed for work.
Then I started having breakfast on the commute into work. It just saved time and stress.
Then I got fed up of station cafes offerings of just croissants, pastries or fruit as proper breakfast options you could eat on the go, squashed up against someone on a crowded train whilst trying to hold a cuppa tea, a laptop bag and a bag for shoes. (One never wears one’s heels on the commute now. No no no. Since one’s very expensive LK Bennett’s got trodden on by one’s fellow commuters, one wears flip flops or trainers. And besides, one is usually running for one’s train and that would not be possible in one’s heels)
Then I started making granola bars.
Life is funny isn’t it? These healthy, filling bars are a necessity now. Otherwise I don’t eat anything til my tummy starts growling around noon or I start to feel dizzy. The latter is happening more and more with old age. So the granola bar I hated so very much has become my friend. My breakfast friend. My fill me up properly and see me through back to back meetings staple.
Here’s how I make mine. Enjoy. On a crowded commuter train or better still in your quiet kitchen with a nice cuppa.