Granola. Make It So.
Last night I was complaining about how PMS makes my back hurt and makes me crave things that are sweet, yet crunchy.
Him: Don't talk to me about back aches! My back always aches!
Me: Bring me something sweet! And crunchy!
Him: I don't think we have anything like that in the house.
Me: GRANOLA BARS MAKE IT HAPPEN!
And so he brought me a bag of stale brown sugar from the pantry. Technically it was both sweet and crunchy. To be fair, this conversation took place at 4am. Also, I ended up satisfied with stale caramel corn. But still. Granola. It needed to happen.