Homemade Müesli

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I’m on day 5 of pajama wearing heaven, and I’m not coming down off this high anytime soon. I only interrupt my magazine consuming, chocolate devouring, Netflix watching euphoria to share a little something we did on Christmas morning.

Something we do every Christmas morning at my parents house actually; we make German müesli. And it’s the highlight of my entire year. Fo shizzle.

My dad doesn’t do a lot of cooking, but this is the one tradition we’ve done every year at my parents house since the beginning of time.

See, my father served a 3-year mission {they’re usually only 2} for our church in Germany in the early 1950’s. The war was barely over, Americans were hated, and he was selling religion. It wasn’t the hottest time for him. He doesn’t talk about it much, the memories aren’t so great. But there’s a silver lining! My dad learned to make müesli, and somehow it became a tradition at our house to make every Christmas, so his 3 years in freezing cold, post war Germany were worth it!

Good old dad is in his 70’s and I figure his years of making Christmas breakfast are numbered, so it was time to get photographic evidence.

Here’s how it rolls:

We get a big bowl {the bigger the better} and start adding chopped up fruit. Don’t look too closely or you’ll see a reflection of me in striped pajamas and glasses.

This year we started with apples, but you never know, dad just flies by the seat of his pants when it comes to this recipe.

 

We chop whatever dad tells us to chop. He’s the boss when it comes to müesli, and you don’t want to mess with the boss, he’s ornery. I think we probably chopped up 5 or 6 apples before we moved on.

I tried to tell my father I was documenting the process, but he didn’t listen, he was busy being a slave driver. You really missed nothing though, we just added some sliced up oranges and a bunch of oatmeal. No measuring at all, dad just brought the oatmeal bucket into the kitchen and dumped. See why I didn’t get a photo?

Next it was time for Craisins {apparently mom & dad had been to Costco recently, they were swimming in Craisins}. These aren’t necessarily important to add, it’s usually just raisins, but my father stressed the fact that müesli is all about adding whatever you have on hand, not following a recipe. I don’t do well without a recipe mind you, I need specific directions.

The thing about making Christmas-morning müesli is that you will be put to work, no matter what. There were only four of us in the kitchen this year, I think everyone else got smart and disappeared when they saw the silver bowl. It takes a family full of people to make, with dad bossing the whole way around. He just looks like a Grinch doesn’t he?

Ever the granola loving hippie, my dad made us add our scraps to the compost bin the whole time we were chopping, bless his heart.

This adorable teenage nephew was a chopping helper. Now that I think about it, I was the only woman in the kitchen. All my sisters were painting nails or reading People Magazine {smart girls} while I was chopping away with the boys.

Next is the time for the adding of the nuts. My father likes nuts. A lot. We only added two varieties, but I think he would have added a third if he were making it only for himself. Think fiber, happy fiber.


See what I mean about the nuts? More nuts. A third of the bowl is nuts. Pecans and Walnuts to be exact.

And then, apparently because we didn’t have enough fruit, we added a bunch of bananas to the top. The bananas are my favorite part actually, I can’t believe we didn’t add them in the beginning.

See? Proof of a slovenly sister reading my magazine! The one Santa brought for ME. Or maybe she’s painting her nails {with my nail polish!}. Either way, she looks pretty happy not to be chopping fruit.

Then we added the yogurt. I know, it doesn’t look good now, but it will. We actually added two containers, one just doesn’t get the job done.


Now don’t get grossed out, this is the part where my father hikes up his shirtsleeves and gets mixing. With his hands. There really just is no other way, and I’m okay with it.


He mixes, and mixes, and mixes.

Then, at a seemingly pre-appointed moment, my mother glides into the room and begins adding sugar and cinnamon, tasting as she goes. They’ve got this down to a science, their respective roles in Christmas morning perfected over 40-something years of marriage.


His work here is done.

Doesn’t it look divine? I eat myself sick on müesli every Christmas and wonder why I don’t make it for breakfast more often. It’s healthy, full of fiber {who doesn’t love that?}, and seriously tasty.


Merry, lip smacking, Christmas!

 
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Allison

Hello there! I'm Allison Czarnecki, founder + editor of Petit Elefant, a blog all about style on a budget for every part of your life: style / home / travel / family. I do a lot of how-to beauty + style tutorials, travel posts, easy recipes, home remodel projects, and cool DIY crafts you totally want to try. I'm super happily married (to a hot Polish immigrant) and am the mother of two kids, a daughter and son, all of whom are featured here on the regular. We live in the country but we're a little bit rock + roll. Welcome!

14 Comments

  1. Jessica :

    I just found your blog over the weekend…and I need to say that I love it..Thank your dad for your christmas tradition..Maybe I can add this to my "meat and potato" loving family breakfast.

  2. Petit Elefant :

    Jessica,

    I'm so happy you found me! I usually post more often, but I'm taking a self-imposed holiday hiatus.

    Welcome!

  3. likeschocolate :

    We eat this at our house too since hubby is Germany, but just a few different ingredients. Ours involves blueberries!

  4. Azúcar :

    Christmas? Bah. My father who served a German-speaking mission makes this for summer time meals. Sometimes we serve it with garlic bread on the side.

    (My mom cooks the oatmeal first, and then adds it to the yogurt and fruit. Whatever we've got on hand goes into the muesli.)

  5. Michelle :

    Same story here, dad went to Germany on his mission so we used to eat muesli. Ours was more like pour a single serving of yogurt in to your own bowl and add oatmeal and fruit, but the same idea.

  6. Petit Elefant :

    likeschocolate,

    Oh Blueberries would be HEAVEN! Some years, if we have them, we add kiwi. Yum!

    Azucar,

    Cooked first? That seems too easy on the intestines! And I'm not sure what I think about garlic bread on the side. I think it should be served with Egg Nog, but that's just me.

    Michelle,

    That's what I NEED to do, on a regular basis. Individual portions of Muesli for breakfast every single morning.

  7. Azúcar :

    Cooked first in case of worms in oats.

    I don't know.

    Old country.

  8. Petit Elefant :

    Azucar,

    Worm in oats, good mental image, thank you.

  9. The Breeders Digest :

    You had me. Until worms.
    Uh…what was my question again? Oh yeah – do you use plain or vanilla yogurt? I do a version of this, but not in a big batch this way. I'd like to try it. Sans worms.

  10. Azúcar :

    Breeders Digest:

    To do it old school, you use plain and then sweeten individually with honey. When I grew up, it was whatever they had on hand. Vanilla, Lemon, Strawberry, they were all good.

  11. Petit Elefant :

    Breeder's Digest,

    Ignore Azucar, she brings worms into every conversation.

    We always use Vanilla, plain is just too, well, plain.

    Be sure to add a little sweetener though or it's too bitter.

  12. Petit Elefant :

    Hi mom! P here. I just thought that it would be nice to leave a comment. see ya!

  13. ALC :

    I don't know why we don't eat museli more often but it seems like it would ruin the Christmas morning tradition. It's the only time dad would cook for us growing up. Now he will offer you oatmeal every morning if you stop by and it is wicked good oatmeal, let me tell you. (I'm not being sarcastic). BTW very cute boy there chopping up the nuts.

  14. Jean :

    Yogurt is for every day–whipped cream is for Christmas!