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Healthy Granola



There's a lot of eating going on around here lately. If you know me well, then your eyes are probably bulging from your sockets knowing how much I already eat on the daily. I eat a lot. In fact, I quickly grew accustom to comments from friends, coworkers, and family that sounded something like, "You're going to eat ALL (drawn out, of course) of that?!"
"You're eating again?!"
"Didn't you just eat an hour ago?!"

Yes. Yes. And, why, yes.

Bryan had been requesting some more granola, something I had made regularly a couple years ago but stopped because oatmeal satisfied my breakfast needs and snacking habits. Then, a friend and coaching client gave me a recipe her grandmother used and asked for a healthier version. I suppose my definition of healthy may vary from that of others, but if it includes whole ingredients, healthy fats, and unprocessed sugars, it passes my test.

Here, you'll find I used butter (yes, REAL butter) instead of processed fats (please just eliminate canola and vegetable oils from your cupboard asap); plenty of seeds and nuts (think healthy fat and fiber); and maple syrup instead of brown sugar. If you find you need a little more sweetness to satisfy your cravings, consider using raisins or fresh berries as a healthier source of sweetness.

I hope you enjoy!

Healthy Granola
7c oats
1c seeds (consider a mixture of pepitas, sunflower, and sesame. Another consideration might be shredded, unsweetened coconut)
2c almonds, raw
2c walnuts, raw, chopped
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
½ cup organic, unsalted butter, melted
½ cup coconut oil, melted
½ cup maple syrup
1 tablespoon vanilla extract


Combine the dry ingredients in a large bowl, then mix in the wet ingredients until the mixture is thoroughly coated. Divide the mixture and spread onto two cookie sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake at 350 degrees for approximately 30 minutes. Then, stir the mixtures to expose parts still moist. Turn the oven down to 300 degrees and bake for another 15 minutes.

I use F2C Nutrition's whey protein powder as a substitute for milk.
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