I only ever think to make granola as a gift for houseguests and friends, which is absurd because I love it. In fact, I nibble away so defiantly at my own gift-batches, that I have to make an entire second batch to give. I’m trying to remedy that habit this year with regular Sunday granola baking this year.
Thanksgiving is a time for great propriety, family gathered at the table, our best manners observed (for as long as we can stand it). But the day after Thanksgiving? Screw propriety. I want to eat a heaping plate of leftovers while sitting on the couch in my sweatpants.