I’ve been calling The Hippy The Hippy for over four years now, and for the most part it’s unfounded. I call him that because very early in our relationship (second date while ice skating around a little pond) he called himself a hippie and it stuck. He later spelled it hippy in an IM chat, though I prefer hippie–hence the spelling. He is incredibly liberal and incredibly active in politics. He’s also a conspiracy theorist who had really long hair until a year ago. But that’s where the similarities ended. He’s quite preppy, wants to be stinking rich, and doesn’t like hacky sack. He hates folk music and being around people. He is also meat+potatoes+junk food.
No. If anyone in our house is the hippie, it’s me. Given my druthers, I would cook whole wheat everything. I would have vegetarian days (but I wouldn’t be veg. I love me some meat) and I would conserve and recycle like mad. I love folk music, and I think the *idea* of living in a commune or participating in a co-op are amazing (in practice, however, I know communes especially are terrible, terrible ideas for the most part).
To fulfill the requirements of one of my hippie badges, I felt I really, really, really needed to make granola. I scoured the internet for recipes that used only things I currently had on hand. I found this one, and decided to give it a shot. I highly, highly recommend it. It cooked up super fast, and even though I didn’t have molassass, it turned out great. I substituted syrup, and it seems just fine. Dumping in a bunch of coconut was the final touch.
In the tradition of DK’s cooking, I hurt myself. Rather severely this time–or at least it feels that way…
Left hand shot, sorry so crappy
It doesn’t look like much, but it hurts like hell. I hit the side of the pot as I was dumping out the granola. I am currently sitting here with an ice pack wrapped around my arm. It’s the only way the burn doesn’t rub on things as I type.
Yeah, yeah, I know… You didn’t come here to see pictures of my clumsiness. Onto the goods!
Mmmmm, barry goodness
I read in the comments that this was a great recipe to press and cut into bars, so that’s my intention. My taste of it so far comes in cleaning off the spoon. It needed a good, thorough cleaning, to be sure. I haven’t yet cut into the bars, but I doubt they’ll last long.
Good thing I got that Wii Fit……
