When we moved into our new home last year we were blessed to have my husband’s brother and his wife come and help us. Andrea, I learned, is a kitchen organizer extraordinaire and I think of her often when I reach for something in one of my kitchen cabinets or drawers that is stored in a place that is so logical–and that I would never have thought of.

Knowing how chaotic moving can be, Andrea brought us supper for the first night and breakfast for the next morning. We really enjoyed the granola. It wasn’t sickly sweet like some granola is and so I wanted to make some for myself. The recipe that follows is Andrea’s; I don’t know where she originally got it from. It’s a basic recipe you can tweak as desired depending on your unique likes and dislikes.[amd-zlrecipe-recipe:3]


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. Sounds delicious!

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