|Not Cinnamon Cranberry Granola Bars|
From the looks of my recent posts, you'd think we haven't been eating much scratch-made food lately. Unfortunately, that's the truth. Wednesday night I caved and made a casserole with canned soup, Thursday we - eek! - ate a rushed dinner of frozen food prepared in the microwave ('cause we had to get the taxes done) and last night we had to go out. The husband had a long day at work, so we headed to our new favorite brewery, I mean restaurant, and grabbed a pizza. I usually like to end the week with homemade pizza, but last night's dinner was awfully good, topped with chicken, roasted tomatoes, a garlicky white sauce and spinach. Can you believe that, MIL? Your son likes pizza with spinach! Mmmmmmm.
But as good as last night's dinner was, I still felt a little guilty this morning about not putting a homemade meal on the table in days. So I asked the husband over breakfast (my Cinnamon-Cranberry-Granola-Bar-turned-granola) what he'd like me to make him today. It's a damp gray day here; he looked out at the foggy mountains behind our house and told me chili sounded like a good idea. I couldn't agree more. My only dilemma now is deciding which recipe to use.
The husband's choices: