I've been eating a lot of granola bars from Trader Joe's lately (whole grain, healthy snacks help stave off both hunger and headaches) but decided I could do better by making my own... so I dug out Nigella Lawson's recipe for breakfast bars (from her Good Food Fast cookbook; you can also read a modified recipe on the Sweet Kitchen blog) and had a go at it. I think I must've played with too many variables, though, because they turned out less of a bar and more of a crumbly bread pudding/granola mixture, some parts being soggy and other parts crunchy.I didn't have any condensed milk on hand, so I substituted a can of coconut milk (not really the same thing, I found out later), then left out the coconut flakes (which I didn't have either), and instead of dried cranberries I used raisins, and instead of unsalted peanuts and assorted seeds I added slightly salted cashews. I did think to toss in a little ground cinnamon, which would've been a nice touch if only the texture had come out properly.
I'm still getting used to the new toaster-sized convection oven, so I think I took it out a little early. Not much else could have gone wrong, but at least it's not burnt, right? It's actually still munchable, but just not as appealing as a good solid cookie bar would've been.I'll have to pick up some condensed milk from the store and try it again, one of these days. Does anyone else have any good recipes? These raspberry bars and these blueberry bars also sound great.

A librarian friend of mine coordinated with a crafty group of knitters to decorate some of the trees around her library... I love 
I can't remember if any of us actually wore this darling little baby sweater, but it certainly looks like something that should be treasured and kept so that future generations may drool and make spittle all over it.
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Ok, I exaggerated the height of the pile a little bit, shooting this picture from the floor looking up, but the point is that the closet had long ago ceased to be a functional space. I started by picking up the clothes off the ground and packing them away into boxes; it was clear that nothing (save for the odd blanket or sheet set, which really don't belong in here) had been retrieved from this room in a very long time. Inside the pocket of a pair of jeans I found among the rubble was a grocery coupon that expired in 1992, if that gives you any clue. I am having some trouble getting rid of some of the clothes, since I think that some of the fabric might make for a nice refashion (like this
The overhead shelf was where all those old receipts and utility statements were hanging out; I finally got rid of those and decided to store tax documents up there instead (even though I'll only have to go through those later and shred those up too). I've already donated most of my late father's clothes but the space filled up again with spare jackets from the downstairs coat closet. I wish I didn't need to store all those bins full of teddy bears (more of my mother's "prized" collections) but I should be able to make room for them, somewhere, given all of the stuff I've been getting rid of and all of the stuff that I most definitely probably should get rid of, but just haven't gotten around to quite yet.
Apparently I stink at making jello, too, since I don't heat the water enough or don't stir enough to get all the lumps to dissolve. Bah! Sometimes lumps can be good for you.
I found this tiny robin's egg shell while I was sifting bulbs out of the freshly tilled soil. It must have fallen from my neighbor's tree, since I don't see any evidence of a nest in ours.








