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WHEN STORMS HIT CALIFORNIA…

HEARTY GRANOLA

 

Heat: (don’t boil)

1 lb. brown sugar

1.5 cups water

1.5 cups oil

3 tsp vanilla

1/2 cup honey

Mix:

10 cups old fashioned oats

1 cup wheat germ
3 cups chopped nuts (preferably pecans) 3/4 cup sesame seeds 2 cups sunflower seeds 1 lb. coconut

Pour wet mixture over dry – mix well. Spread into shallow baking pans or on cookie sheets. Bake at 150 degrees until dry (several hours). Mix half way through. When you can smell it. it’s near done.

Recipe Courtesy Kimberly Huffman

We do the sun
We hike on trails
We don’t know what’s up
With this sleet, rain and hail.
We skate on boardwalks
And we lie on sand
Chance of precipitation
We don’t comprehend.
When the start of this year
Brought wet, scary weather
Most C-A sun worshippers
Held hands and wept together.
But not me, I’m stranger
I check the forecast each day For any slight chance of rain
Or a few clouds of grey.
I love storms and thunder
Lighting and wind, too
It’s a geographical wonder
When you live in a place like i do.
I’m the outcast, the killjoy
They say I should move to seattle
But I’m a native californian
Used to hearing windows rattle.
They way I solve this dilemma
Making hay while the sun don’t shine
I settle into my kitchen
And invite the skeptics to dine.
In addition to the shelter
From the wet roads and cold
I make soups, stews, and braised meats
Butter cakes in dainty molds.
I do granola and I do grains
But I know the value of sugar
When a kid is frightened by rain.
I sweat veggies in oil
For an immunity boost
And I squeeze homegrown citrus
For my own, very Cali juice.
Then we watch an old movie
Or read an American classic
And cross our fingers for loved ones
Making way home in traffic.
Satisfied with slow cooked and baked goods
I made during downpours
Those who miss the sun
Haven’t complained anymore.
Eyelids get droopy
And fuzzy blankets are laid
As we count away distant storm noises
And clear sky predictions are made.
You can be warmed by the sun
Rays of western light on your skin
But when the rain does come
Find a home fire within.