These are slightly addictive. A two thumbs up kind of bar, according to my son, Max, which says a lot. He calls them the best granola bars. And yes, that makes me a happy mama.
It took a few tries because his skeptical mind wouldn’t allow him to like them on the first try. He started with one thumb slightly tilted downwards and my heart sank slightly. I have been working this this recipe for a couple weeks and it was really only his opinion that mattered. But I asked him to try it again and he gave it a thumbs 3/4 of the way up. And then he asked me for bar. And then another bar and then…he have them 2 thumbs up. It’s not that I want Max to eat granola bars all the time, but when he does I would prefer that he eats the one’s I make, where I can pronounce all the ingredients and know what exactly is in them.
He is my picky eater. Not just healthy food picky. He is equally picky about his treats. Or just about trying new things. We are working on having an open mind about things. To go into a situation thinking you might possible like it, otherwise nothing stands a chance. It’s a hard concept to grasp, even for adults.
But it is his lunch that I have to pack, his soccer practice snacks, his opinion that matters most. Of course, I sincerely hope you all enjoy them too. And I am happy that my husband, Eric, has taken such a liking to them. There is currently one granola bar left in the jar in the refrigerator. I wonder which of them will get to it first.
With this recipe, I may forever be done buying store bought granola bars. Read the rest of this entry