March Inn

Why"March Inn?" March Inn was the name of that magic place where I spent my summers growing up. I have alluded to this place before, and I probably will again. March Inn is no longer standing. The waters of Katrina rendered it unlivable so my children will never know that "March Inn." That makes me sad. In fact it brings me to tears whenever I think about it. I want my children to have their own "March Inn," and I want to capture our lives as they are growing and changing. I invite you to "march inn" to our lives. My hope is that you will catch glimpses of the real world. You will see our creations. You will see our chaos. You will see our affection. You will also see our frustrations, fears, and disappointments. Enjoy your march!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Try, Try, and Try Again!

Finally, I made some edible granola. Yes this really was my third attempt and yes it has taken me over six months to finally get it done. That's the way life is around here...

I'm really excited about this because my husband and children love sunrise yogurt yet I have been on a boycott of high fructose corn syrup and processed foods. {More on that later.} When I read the label of the boxed granola I used to buy for this creation, I cringed and went on strike.




from the archives 2010



I knew making homemade granola wasn't rocket science but I just couldn't seem to get mine to turn out right. I like it and the kids like it, but it has to pass the Frank test. I'll keep you posted on that and then provide a recipe.


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