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Munch-able Muesli, Great Granola

04 Tuesday Jun 2013

Posted by Ardys in Family, Food, Life

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Childhood, Food, friends, grandmother, life

Snickerdoodles

Snickerdoodles

Grandma's corn cakes

Grandma’s corn cakes

One of the most consistent and enjoyable habits of my entire life has been sharing recipes.  I copied the first recipe from my childhood girlfriend at about the age of 9.  It was for ‘Snickerdoodle’ cookies.  I still have the handwritten recipe in my file.  I also have, in a small frame, my Grandmother’s handwritten recipe for her corn cakes.  Just seeing her handwriting brings a lump to my throat.  Thankfully, the corn cakes do not bring a lump to my throat, they are delicious!!

About a year ago I discovered a new recipe for toasted muesli (granola to Americans).  As with most recipes I have modified it to my own liking and you will no doubt adapt it to your own taste as well.  I thought it would be the first recipe that I share with you because it is a favourite at the moment.  I love the taste and especially the versatility of it.  And the smell of it cooking in the cool winter days is so nostalgic…like my Mother’s oatmeal cookies warming the kitchen.

There's magic in these ingredients!

There’s magic in these ingredients!

Toasted Almond Muesli

1/3 C Maple syrup (the real deal, not imitation)

1/3 C packed dark brown sugar

4 tsp vanilla extract (again, get the good stuff, not the imitation essence)

½ C organic (if possible) coconut oil

5 cups old-fashioned oats (not ‘quick’ oats)

2 C (generous) raw almonds, coarsely chopped by hand

  1. Adjust oven rack to mid-upper position and pre-heat oven to 160C (325F).  Line a 250mm x 330mm (9 x 13”) pan with silicon baking paper.
  2. In a large bowl thoroughly mix syrup, sugar, vanilla and salt.  Add in oil and mix well.  Mix in almonds and oats until all is well coated.
  3. Press into pan

    Press into pan

    Transfer mixture into prepared baking pan and spread across evenly.  With the back of the spoon press the mixture down into the pan.  Unlike other toasted muesli recipes where you want the mixture to remain loose, this one should form one huge, toasted muesli ‘cookie’ when done.

  4. Bake until lightly browned 40 to 45 minutes, depending on your oven, and your taste, even five minutes longer.  You can rotate the pan once in the middle of cooking, though I forgot this once and it didn’t seem to make much difference.
  5. Broken into large pieces

    Broken into large pieces

    Remove from oven when done and allow to completely cool (if you can stand to leave it alone!)  When cool, break it into large-ish pieces and store in an air tight container for several weeks.

Serving suggestion.

Serving suggestion.

Originally, toasted muesli (granola) was meant as a breakfast cereal, and this is delicious for that purpose, but you’ll want to add whatever fruit you like to it in this case.  As I am somewhat gluten intolerant and fructose intolerant (yeah, I know, a pain, right?), I prefer to use it as a ‘topping’ or as a small snack.  Below is one of my faves… homemade cooked granny smith apples topped with the muesli and a dollop of my favourite plain yogurt.  As good as the best apple crumble… in my humble opinion!!

Yours in consumption,

Ardys

(You can also find this permanently on the new ‘Food’ page of my blog.)

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The Church in the Wildwood

10 Tuesday Apr 2012

Posted by Ardys in Uncategorized

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Childhood, family, inspiration, life, Ohio, Rumi

“The Church in the Wildwood” is a song that was written by Dr. William S. Pitts in 1857 following a coach ride that stopped in Bradford, Iowa. It is a song about a church in a valley near the town. The first stanza goes like this…

“There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier place in the dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale…”

The Bible Chapel, Hamersville, Ohio

The church is no longer in a wildwood, nor is it brown, or even located in Iowa, but it has been a favorite hymn of the parishioners of the Bible Chapel in Hamersville since I can remember.  As I sat in the pew on Easter Sunday 55 years of affiliation with this church were brought back to me. Growing up in Bethel, Ohio, a town of 2500 people, and no less than seven churches, one might wonder why we drove 8 miles away to a tiny little country church in an even smaller town. The reason, I have recently learned, is because about 75 years ago the church, in an even smaller town of about 100 people, closed its doors, and the vestments were moved to the little Bible Chapel in Hamersville. Because my mother’s family was from that tiny town, named Point Isabel, they, too, migrated with the vestments to the little church at Hamersville. She and my father were married there over 60 years ago. Their three children were baptized there, and later married there. It seldom has more than 30 people in attendance on a Sunday and has been like that for many, many years. Nevertheless, the church continues to be the well-loved, iconic, country church filled with the good people of the local farming communities.

Lou and Ula 1951

Though I am not religious, I do consider myself spiritual and that I have a personal ‘connection’ with a force higher than myself. I honor my own past within that church and when I visit my parents I attend services with them. This particular Easter as I sat in the pew, my mind contemplated my religious views. Communion was served but I didn’t partake. It didn’t seem relevant to what I believe these days. I thought probably there would be a few eyebrows raised, or at least a big question mark over me but it was more important to me that I be true to my own beliefs. Much as I have enjoyed the genuine fellowship and affection of the people of that church, and others I have attended over my lifetime, my true relationship with God has been forged from my own life experiences and from what lay in my heart. This morning I received a beautiful writing from a friend, penned by the poet and philosopher Rumi (http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/875661.Rumi) It really brought into clearer focus those thoughts I had on Easter Sunday.

White Dogwood blossoms

I tried to find him on the Christian Cross, but He was not there: I went to the Temple of the Hindus and to the old pagodas, but I could not find a trace of Him anywhere.

I searched on the mountains and in the valleys, but neither in the heights nor in the depths was I able to find Him. I went to the Caaba in Mecca, but He was not there either.

I questioned the scholars and philosophers, but He was beyond their understanding.

I then looked into my heart and it was there He dwelled that I saw Him: He was nowhere else to be found.

Jalal ad-Din Rumi

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