I’m going to talk about granola. But a warning. I’m also going to talk about Christmas sweaters. And I am going to announce the winner of the apron contest. Adorable assistant, please show us the number!
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Randy’s and my first date was ten years ago – November 26, 2000 to be exact. After a week of communicating by email, we met in a Starbucks near his office. It was a Sunday so he was wearing weekend attire – loose fitting jeans, a comfortably worn plaid shirt, and a pair of clogs. I kid you not. During the week, I would later learn, his taste skewed toward Brooks Brothers and sort of preppy clothes that, while very nice, are not really my taste.
One of my very favorite memories of my life with Randy comes from the Christmas of that first year. We had been dating less than a month and he had plans to join his parents and sisters in Atlanta for the holiday. I told him I would miss him and he was a little mystified. We didn’t know each other that well, he would be back in just a few days – why would I miss him? Lo and behold, soon after arrival in Atlanta, he realized he missed me. He called me many times in that few days’ span and he also asked his sister Lois for wardrobe assistance. Lois, bless her, took him shopping and “funked him up”.
Once back in Seattle, he got off the plane and called me from the road saying he missed me so much, he had to stop by my job before going to his. In he walked wearing a tight-fitting tan sweater with good jeans. The first time I met Lois, I thanked her for the inspiration because his taste and the clothes just got better from there.
Now, these many years later, Randy has a very funky wardrobe. Classy but different. I love it and he does too. He still has kind of old fashioned ideas about getting dressed up, but I love that Southern part of him. When going out to dinner, he will sometimes ask me if it is all right for him not to wear a tie. My answer is always along the lines of, “You know Seattle, you don’t have to wear a tie anywhere” but what he is asking is it all right with me if he doesn’t. He is a gentleman.
I like our boys to have cool clothes too. If you have a boy, you know this is no small task. The choices range from puppy-dog to skater-punk to little-man-suit without a lot of other options. But I have found brands that I like and they wear a lot of solids and stripes. I am practical – I know they are hard on clothes and I try to buy everything on sale. It is nice to have two boys because all of the more expensive things (jackets, fancy shirts) can be handed down from Graham to Spencer.
These Christmas sweaters were Randy’s idea. It felt old-fashioned to me. Like pose for the camera with Santa in a stiff sweater kind of thing. But things like this make him happy so I waited until some that I liked went on sale and last week I came home with these sweaters. I showed Graham and his face lit up and he ran over and hugged the sweater. Talk about easy to please. We put them on and snapped a few shots and I was grateful that Randy pushed on this one. I will treasure these photos long after the sweaters stop fitting.
After all that clothes talk, I’m not sure how much you want to read about granola. But stay with me here. This recipe comes from Melissa Clark’s new book In the Kitchen with a Good Appetite. She came through town on a recent book tour and I signed up for an event with her where we got a copy of the book as part of the ticket price. A week beforehand, I found myself in the cookbook section of a bookstore and pulled it down for a sneak peek. Based on what I saw, I would not have bought the book. It is very meat heavy with extremely long introductions to each recipe, more stories than I usually like, and no pictures. But I had already bought my ticket so I figured I would just give the book away.
After bringing it home from the event, a funny thing happened. I grew to like it. Really like it. The stories are funny. And Clark has serious kitchen chops, having written or co-written many many books, not to mention her ongoing column in the New York Times. There are a few authors whose taste and recipes I never question – Deborah Madison and Patricial Wells are two that jump to mind – and I think I might soon be putting Melissa Clark in the same category. Yes, there are entire chapters of the book, a full two-thirds of it practically, that are off limits to me. But the things I can make (and have made) have been wonderful so far.
This granola is wonderful. I have another recipe that I like very much but it has pecans in it which are not my favorite nut. It also has a lot of butter and honey in it. There is nothing wrong with either of those things – I just like that this one is different and uses heart healthy olive oil. In fact, this recipe is vegan and I know vegans who would love a big bowlful with soy milk.
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Olive Oil Granola with Dried Apricots and Pistachios
In the Kitchen with a Good Appetite
Makes about 9 cups
Clark suggests you serve this with fresh ricotta and berries. Not for me, thank you, but feel free to add this to yours. I used roasted salted pistachios because that is all I had so did not add the salt. I used coconut flakes from Bob’s Red Mill and I love their texture here.
3 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
1½ cup raw pistachios, hulled
1 cup raw pumpkin seeds, hulled
1 cup coconut chips
¾ cup pure maple syrup
½ cup extra-virgin olive oil
1/3 cup packed light brown sugar
1 tsp. kosher salt
½ tsp. ground cinnamon
½ tsp. ground cardamom or ginger
¾ cup chopped dried apricots
Preheat oven to 300°F.
In a large bowl, combine the oats, pistachios, pumpkin seeds, coconut chips, maple syrup, olive oil, brown sugr, salt, cinnamon, and cardamom or ginger. Spread the mixture on a large rimmed baking sheet (about 11×7 inches) in an even layer and bake for 45 minutes, stirring every 10 minutes, until golden brown and well toasted.
Transfer the granola to a large bowl and add the apricots, tossing to combine. (DT: I just did this on the baking sheet.)