Lately, a lot of my food friends are making granola. I’ve received two gift bags of the crunchy stuff in 2010 and have loved every crunchy, roasty, yummy, Birkenstockish mouthful of the stuff.
Instead of granola, I’ve reciprocated with a gift of muesli. No one gets too razed up when I hand over a bunch of beige flakes with white-dusted pieces of fruit. But who can blame them? It’s an odd little breakfast item that Swiss physician Maximilian Bircher-Benner came up with some 110 years ago. Continue reading “Muesli and me”