Happy New Year!
I'll be honest, I'm not good at sticking to my resolutions. Maybe that's because I make totally unrealistic goals like "perform a duet with John Mayer" or "run every day of the year". Sometimes, I just have to tell myself it might not happen.
Although I'm not the best at keeping my resolutions, I do love them and the thought of a new year. A blank slate to work with, a whole twelve months of getting things right - it's refreshing and makes you just feel good.
But, for the days that we don't run every day, or make our beds, or perform that duet with John, there's this granola. It's comforting, simple and you just can't get it wrong.
It's a mix from two of my all-time favorite food writers, Molly Wizenberg and Megan Gordon (who happen to be friends!), and I don't think I'll ever make another granola (or a base for granola) again. My favorite parts about it is how simple it is: it's just oats, maple syrup, olive oil and some nuts and spices, and how easily customizable it can be. Other things can be added, but it's not necessary. It's just good, solid, tasty granola.
Start the new year fresh. Make a big batch of granola every week. Eat it by the handful, on the way to work, after your resolution run or on the couch while you binge watch Friends on Netflix. Be content with the fact that even though your resolutions may be as distant as Y2K, you have this granola that you always can get right.
- 3 cups rolled oats
- 1 cup shredded coconut (unsweetened if you can find it)
- 1 cup almonds, roughly chopped
- 1 cup pecans, halved
- 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
- 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
- 1/2 cup maple syrup or honey
- 1/2 cup oil
Preheat your oven to 300 degrees and line two baking sheets with parchment paper. Combine dry ingredients in a large bowl. Add the wet ingredients and stir until completely mixed throughout.
Spread evenly on the baking sheets and cook for 45 minutes or until golden brown, stirring the granola every 15 minutes.
Pro tip: serve with steamed milk like they do at Haven's Kitchen in Chelsea, NYC. Don't knock it until you try it.
When you're cooking, jam to this: it's the epitome of a winter song, which is fitting because the title is, well, Winter.