My black yoga pants.
I immediately rushed to purchase the pants…tried them on and found God. Literally. Thus, a relationship built in comfort heaven was born. I am not the mom who looks cute at the bus stop. I am the mom who, when my kids get older, will pay me to stay inside when the bus comes.
I own entirely too many of this deceptive loungewear. Far too many. In fact, I can’t even bring myself to type the number. (Also, my husband will read this and he might send me to BYP rehab)
Now, here’s the problem…they lie. Over and over. They ARE versatile, they ARE comfortable, they ARE flattering. They have elastic.
I have never claimed to be a genius. Far from it, actually. But I believed in you BYP and you made me fat.
We can still be friends, just see each other a little less. Seriously, I am having a Brokeback moment. I just can’t quit you.
I feel like an addict on the corner, except my corner is between Target and Starbucks.
It’s all relative.
Now that I have made a verbal agreement with my drawer of yoga pants and spilled a dirty secret, I will share with you another deceptive treat…
The Granola bar.
You hear “granola” and think healthy. Sort of anyway. Well these homemade, no-bake Granola bars are yummy if not entirely healthy. You’ll never want Quaker again.
Since I posted this recipe back in 2010 I have updated the images and included a printable recipe. The actual recipe remains the same, which is why I kept this post with the comments and reviews from people who have made them for reference…BUT to see the refreshed post with the printable recipe click below!