Channeling Roseann

So, the other day I had nuts and oats lined up on the counter after a trip to Aldi. I proudly announced to Man that I was going to make granola. He looks at me quizzically, "Oh, is granola that expensive?" Uh, oh, I, uh, I don't know. Suddenly, I'm stuck questioning, "Why am I making granola?" No matter, I want to. So I do. The next day, granola is made. As I open the oven and stir the mix every five minutes (during nap, who thinks I wouldn't have cooked a kid, otherwise), I breathe deeply and think, this is what a good mom does. Then I realize, I am trying to be my mom. Why didn't she buy granola? I have no idea, but she made it, so I am making it. It does smell good and is quicker and easier than cinnamon buns, which also smell good and taste better, too. Then, it comes to me, that I don't really love granola. I mean, it's ok. I'll eat it, but it's not my thing. Later, when discussing this with my sister, she comments that it is probably more expensive to make it than buy it. Even if your store is Aldi. So, I've been eating it. And loving it. But I'm only making more to send to Sister.