I’m just going to come right out and tell you this is the best granola I have ever made. Hot diggidy dang, it’s good.
I know, I know… Granola isn’t usually exciting, but this one is. I recognize that you may be doubting me right now, and I don’t really have a way to make you into a believer unless you make this because I don’t do that whole “better than sex granola” or anything else like that, because frankly, if you think granola (or any other food) is better than sex, I am concerned about you.
Really. Does that make me nutty? I promise you I’m not anti-sex. I mean, I DO have five sons and all…
I’m just going to have to settle for telling you that this is no ordinary granola. In fact, it’s Pretty Excellent But Not Better Than Sex Pumpkin Spice Granola. It is oats, puffed brown rice, pepitas (shelled pumpkin seeds), enrobed in a just-sweet-enough coating of maple syrup, real pumpkin puree, coconut oil, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and allspice, and toasted until the coating toasts and crisps around the grains. Because the granola has a goodly amount of puffed brown rice and pepitas, it has a lighter texture than many pure-oat granolas making it easier to eat handful-after-handful of the stuff. It smells so tantalizing while it bakes that I felt tempted to chew off my own leg. I didn’t, in case you’re wondering. I contented myself with snitching little clumps of the granola every fifteen minutes when I stirred it gently.
Are you wondering how you’ll eat all that granola? This recipe does yield a pretty hearty quantity of granola. Aside from a bowl with milk for breakfast, we love to put it on or layer with yogurt, sprinkle it over vanilla or pumpkin cheesecake ice cream, crush lightly and mix into oatmeal raisin cookies in place of the oats, or just eat it like trail mix. I assure you a batch disappears faster than you thought it would. In the unlikely event that -even with all of these enjoyable ways to make it scram- you find yourself with more than you can consume, scoop it into a clean canning jar, tie a ribbon around the lid, and give it as a gift to a beloved friend, a teacher or co-worker who could use a smile, or your poor UPS delivery person who keeps getting chased by your nasty-tempered rooster. No? That last one is just me?
Just make the granola, please. Pretty please? For the love of Fall?
P.S. I’m not *outraged* by the better than sex phenomenon, just perplexed. I’ll just go back to sit in my crazy corner now and munch on my Pretty Excellent But Not Better Than Sex Pumpkin Spice Granola.