This year for teacher holiday gifts I made a few batches of homemade granola.
I gave other jars to family and friends, and I’ve received enough compliments and requests for a “recipe” that I’ll share my method here.
Two years ago I didn’t even think of granola as something that could be homemade. Or if someone had mentioned “homemade granola” I might have imagined a seed and nut mix lovingly assembled by lovely people that I would never get around to eating.
But I got clued in by the Slate Culture Gabfest and this Slate piece, from which I took away the exhortation that granola is best when you treat it like a dessert (rather than “health”) food, plus the fact that you can pretty much make a recipe up for yourself.
For granola I’m pretty sure you need: oats, nuts, fat, sweetener, salt, dried fruit. Basic rule of thumb: if you like the taste of your granola before it goes into the oven, you’ll like how it tastes coming out.
But a method so broad could lead you down the road to bullshit additions like walnuts or pumpkin seeds or vanilla or cloves, so I’ll get more specific about my own choices.
I’m fond of telling stories with photos.
But I haven’t figured out how to tell a story in a single image. One image plus words perhaps.
But it’s hard for a photo to carry its own story.
(One trick is to reference a story from somewhere else.)
A single image is better at holding emotion and light and time.
There’s a story behind a few of these images from 2013.
Behind where this doorway leads.
Behind this friendship.
Of who she is and who she’s been.
Of the choices that led there.
Of the promise of summer.
Behind these smiles.
But it isn’t the stories that keep me coming back to these thirteen photos.
It’s the emotion.
And the light.