Next morning…

…the granola bars were still just, well, granola. As in, put in a bowl, add milk. So I packaged a serving’s worth in waxed paper, wrapped each in cute fabric, added an ingredients label, and hurriedly took them to May Faire.

Where I noticed I had not actually said anything about what they were. No “Granola.” Just random beanbag-sized fabric bundles with ingredients listed.

So I surreptitiously described them to my fellow faire-goers, some of whom bought some across picnic blanket boundaries (they are good and sympathetic people), and slipped the proceeds into the cash box on the food table.

The rest is tomorrow’s breakfast. Ah, well. It was really easy to make, anyway.


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