Granola

Well Journal, I think I might have missed a trick. I've only just realised I've been missing out on enjoying granola. I was in Bondi yesterday waiting for Vanessa to run the City to Surf and while she was running 14km I spent a similar amount of time finding the best Granola in Bondi. I found it first go, at a little cafe a few streets back from the beach and run by a collection of European backpackers who had arrived sometime in the nineties and never left.

You only get so many breakfasts in life, and I have to admit I might have WASTED some of mine buying bacon and egg rolls or omelettes from cafes which go rubbery and cold on windy days. Granola can't go cold and tasteless. The Granola was crunchy and creamy. Sweet and savoury. It was a vegan Granola with gluten-free poached fruit and yogurt raised in barns, not cages. And it was delicious.

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