My parents, who live in California, were at my house for a few short days last week before we all drove up to Colorado to visit my brother and his family. I loved having them in my home. They served me generously, washing dishes, changing diapers, and stepping in to help anywhere and everywhere more hands were needed. I was so grateful for them...yes, for their help, but more so for the ways in which God is restoring the lost years of strife and dysfunction and giving us now grace-covering time with one another.
One of the blessings of the short visit was discovering that my dad, who I call "Baba," is a master granola maker. Who knew?!? His granola is fantastic! My parents tell me they alternate between eating oatmeal one morning and homemade granola the next. Because we only see one another once a year, I really don't get to know these little details about their daily lives.
My parents live so simply. I love that about them. They are also generous...incredibly frugal themselves, but extravagant with their energy, time, and resources with those they love. So naturally, finding that I loved his granola, my dad offered to make me a big batch, recalling his recipe from memory.
He was kind enough to let me share it with all of you...
Baba's Awesome Granola