Carrot Cake Granola Bars

granola bars

I came up with this recipe because I wanted something nice and fall-ish that didn’t involve going all the way to the store to buy pumpkin. Maybe it’s lazy, or maybe it’s serendipity.I love granola bars for post- (or mid-) run snacks. My kids love them for quick, grabby breakfasts. It’s such a simple item to prepare yourself, and they’re infinitely customizable. I make big batches, wrap the bars individually, and store them in the freezer. The bars take less than 10 minutes to thaw (but I’ve gnawed on many a still-frozen bar with no ill-effects). Get my recipe for Carrot Cake Granola Bars on Eat Real.


The Dog Ate What?!

Recently, we enjoyed a lovely dinner with friends on the Vegas Strip. We ate delicious things like stone crabs and scallops, rib-eyes and sea bass. We drank red wine and excellent coffee and wrapped up with key lime pie. It was one of those nights that just fills you with goodwill and a sense of satisfaction. We drove home in the afterglow of good food and good company.

Then we walked into the house and found what appeared to be the aftermath of a bomb made exclusively from powdered-sugar doughnuts.Splenda spill Fine white dust coated the chocolate-colored sofa and made drifts in the carpet. Pawprints in white indicated that traffic across the living room had been brisk.

The dog, whiskers and nostrils crusted white, wagged her tail lamely and avoided eye contact. In the middle of the room lay a decimated one-pound bag of granulated Splenda.

What happens when a medium-sized dog eats roughly a pound of Splenda? (And not just any Splenda, but Splenda with FIBER?) Bad things happen. Gastrointestinal things.

Technically speaking, Splenda isn’t toxic to dogs, but as with humans, if enjoyed in “excessive amounts,” Splenda can cause the runs. A pound is excessive by anyone’s standards. In fact, describing the consumption of an entire pound of Splenda as “excessive” is something like calling an epic bout of explosive diarrhea “the runs.” Which is to say, the understatement of the year.

We dragged her bed and toys and water dish to the backyard, wished her luck and pleasant dreams, and fastened shut the doggie door.

Predictably, it was a rough night out there in Osmotic Diarrhea City. To be honest, it was no picnic inside, either, cleaning a pasty rime of artificial sweetener off the upholstery and carpet.

In the morning, I stepped out onto the patio and summoned the dog from her exile. As I scratched her ears in greeting, I surveyed the yard. Then I uncoiled the hose and spent the next half hour washing the dog’s bed and toys, the patio, and the retaining wall around the yard.

When I finished the Great Hosedown of September 2014, we went inside and ate breakfast. One of us had an appetite. The other of us had coffee.

Black, not sweet.Dog