A mother’s love touches her children’s lives in so many ways. Both big and small.
One of my favorite things my mother made for me growing up was her homemade granola. The taste was exquisite (though I did not know that word as a little girl). As I got older, I urged her to create a business around it, it was that good. Her granola tasted so special because it was made with love.
When I became a mother, it was natural for me to make this granola for my family. It is a small way for me to share the love my mother showed to me.
Everyone in the house knows when this is in the oven, the smell is fantastic, and they all come hanging around the kitchen sneaking little spoonfuls every time it comes out of the oven for a stir. We enjoy this with milk, yogurt, or in a fruit parfait.
Even though I lost my dear mother many years ago, every time I make this granola, memories of her flood my mind. Do any of you have a recipe that brings wonderful memories to mind?
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