I know how to make a simple homemade granola. I make my wife a batch. I make myself a batch. She eats hers as a midnight snack. I eat mine with fruit for breakfast. She eats hers most nights. It goes quickly. I only sometimes eat mine. Mine lasts longer.
I know when she's out of her granola by the empty container she leaves on the kitchen sink. It's her non-verbal way of saying, "Hey! I'm out! Fix more! Please!"
I'm fluent in non-verbal wife talk. So, let me interpret this photo of the message she sent me the other day -- "Hey. I'm out! I've been out for a while! I found your hidden stash days ago."
That's my jar.
"As you can see, you're out now, too! If it's getting too difficult to make this granola every other week or so, I guess we can go back to buying those store-bought brands that have too much high fructose corn syrup and salt and cost way too much for the amount you get. I won't like it, but I can adjust. If I have to. But I'd rather have yours. It's so much better. And healthier. But I'll survive. I guess. Just let me know."
Message received.
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