Isn’t it marvelous that we, as a collective generation, were able to convince our parents that Kudos were some sort of granola bar (a healthy option, natch) when in actuality we were just unwrapping candy everyday after school? I, for one, am impressed at the wool pulled over so many eyes.
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.