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Much Ado About Oats

If you need a good laugh, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, I was born without a baking skill in my body. This rainy evening, I attempted to make oatmeal raisin cookies using a recipe that didn’t require vanilla extract. A traditional baking necessity, no doubt, but I operate by the rule, “Don’t have it? Don’t need it!

Naturally, in true SG fashion, I combined a couple recipes. One called for 3/4 cup of butter; the other specified 1C. OK, I’ll go with the latter, I decided. Why not? At the end of the day, everyone loves more butter.

I didn’t have a mixer to beat the room-temperature butter (yes, at least I let it warm up). So, into the saucepan it went, until it melted down like the Wicked Witch of the West.

After a generous pour of granulated sugar, I added brown sugar, sea salt, cinnamon and nutmeg. The liquid mistake joined the marriage of ingredients, followed by whole-wheat flour — a half-cup too short.

I could tell the “dough” needed something…something important, like more flour. Instead, I added shredded sweetened coconut and eyeballed a half-cup or so of sunflower seeds.

One recipe specified to bake at 375 degrees; the other didn’t even present directions, (which is probably why I liked it. I guess it wasn’t so much a recipe as it was a bunch of ingredients that mirrored a grocery list).

The first batch nearly burned. But, I managed to “save” the pancake-flat cookies by quickly rolling them into balls, nearly scorching my hands in the process, before I rebaked until they were hard as rocks.

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In transit, I’d stuck the bowl of remaining “dough” in the freezer before rolling little balls and placing onto a cookie sheet. Into the oven they went, and out came flat cookies…yet again.

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So I improvised.

With my bare hands (they were clean), I scooped the dough into my palms and slapped small portions down into a muffin tin as if I was playing basketball with wet oats.

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And this is why I should never bake. #measuringisforfools

Actually, I look at it this way: I’m just meant to eat healthy. Hence, I never seem to destroy this Blue Bottle Coffee granola recipe. It’s true. Blue Bottle not only offers foxy coffee, but the most incredible granola ever to greet your tongue.

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Sounds intense, but try it, and you’ll understand why. Find the recipe courtesy of Pure Wow. I switch canola for olive oil because it offers a better flavor overall. Not that you’ll be convinced, given the above fun surprise (in my defense, my guinea pig tester said she actually liked my coconut-sunflower-seed-oatmeal-cookies-turned-muffins). I’ll pawn the byproducts onto my brother and fellow co-workers.

The end.

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