It all began my first fall at college during freshman year. While we loved the pizza- and fruit-themed nights, the Dining Commons (or DC, for short) sometimes served inedible dinners: floppy burgers, charcoal-toasted grilled cheese, or limp spaghetti noodles. On those occasions, the cold cereal bar sounded much more appealing!
On one of my trips to refill my bowl with Cinnamon Toast Crunch, I maneuvered past the salad bar. (Don’t ask why we chose cereal over fresh greens—it’s something I still can’t figure out!) Nestled in between the Italian and Ranch sat a container of thick pink dressing. Confused, I scooted a little closer, picked up the serving ladle, and took a sniff.
I immediately ditched my big cereal bowl and opted for a smaller saucer from next to the soft-serve machine. After scooping out some yogurt, I dashed back to the cereal bar. Not for Cinnamon Toast Crunch though. For granola.
We started making a main course out of yogurt and granola, adding in extra nuts and dried cherries form the salad bar toppings. Then we ate a second serving for dessert, sprinkles that bowl with chocolate chips and Oreo crumbles from the soft-serve station. Best dinners ever.
When I moved off-campus sophomore year, Safeway was only a 2-minute walk from the apartment, and I stocked up my side of the fridge and pantry with cups of yogurt and boxes of granola. I refilled my stashes on a weekly basis, and my roommates quickly became hooked too. We even held parfait parties after dinner, where everyone picked a different yogurt flavor and we passed around the granola box! But after collecting too many grocery receipts, I knew something needed to change.
So I started making my own granola.
I first developed my Cinnamon Raisin Granola and easily went through a double batch of that every week—by myself. I came up with a new 4-Cereal Granola next to add extra crunch and texture. Then I switched it up again with my Simple Lightened Granola.
Yup, I was out of control.
So I stopped. Cold turkey. And I was doing great over the past 6 months until my good friend Mrs. Webb posted a parfait picture on Instagram.
Want. Need. Crave. NOW!
I couldn’t buy a box of granola to make my own; I’d skip the yogurt and finish off the entire package in a day. A crumbled up granola bar? Maybe, but it wouldn’t taste the same. What about…
A homemade single serving of granola?
Too impatient to heat up the oven, I turned to the microwave instead. And 4 minutes later—just 4 minutes!—I had my perfect portion of granola.
So much for avoiding that addiction…