craving comfort

I made the mistake last night of going to bed in a little tank instead of my usual long sleeves and I found it nearly impossible to rise this morning from beneath my warm duvet.

The cold has me craving comfort.  Wool sweaters.  Thick socks.  Corduroy.  Oatmeal.

I have now made this Blackberry Farm granola twice and realize I just may never buy store bought again.

I decreased the amount of sugar for my taste and added just a hint of cinnamon.  I have also added apples, both fresh and dried, and occasionally throw in pecans.  Court shares in my love of oats and he usually takes his plain, right before bed. 

The pumpkin loaf from last week is long gone. 

I was surprised at the kids affection for it...pleased to think they were getting such a super food...albeit in a sweet package.  They must be craving comfort too.


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