Since I was a teenager, I’ve had a phobia to protein bars. It all began back when I was 16 and my parents took my two brothers and I on a family vacation to British Columbia. To be economical, my Mom made huge batches of granola (you know, the kind with dried fruit, peanuts and m&ms) and she also bought several boxes of some type of protein bar. For three weeks, most of what I remember is sitting in the back of the minivan looking at mountains and glaciers while eating gobs of granola and protein bars. Don’t get me wrong, every day we ate regular meals, but unfortunately, my only food memory of that trip of these 2 staples my Mom provided. By the end of the three weeks, just thinking about having another protein bar made my stomach turn. Apparently I wasn’t the only one; I soon found out my Dad and brothers felt the same way. At the end of the trip we kindly asked Mom not to buy any more of those bars. For the next several years, before heading out to Sam’s Club she would ask if we would like for her to pick up some protein bars. We would all reply “No!” in unison.
So, as I’ve been packing for our summer trip I was trying to come up with some type of economical food to bring that would be filling enough for, say, breakfast. I began looking all over the web and came upon the “Larabar“. The ingredients fit the bill but unfortunately, here in our little Florida town, Larabars are no where to be found. So, I bought the ingredients listed on the package and made some. I wanted to try a hand at the pecan pie bar because that was a flavor I could foresee me eating many times over the next few weeks. I put my processor to work and blitzed away and I have to say, it’s pretty darn good.
This afternoon, as I was cutting and wrapping my bars, I was thinking about all of the great friends and family we are going to see and what fun we are going to have on our trip. Then the thought came to mind, that in three weeks, I hope I still love these bars as much as I do today.