What that prompt conjures up for me is a step-by-step of how I make this happen at my house, as a beloved family tradition on weekend mornings:
*Note – I realize I am making some nutritional tradeoffs with this choice! Here’s the deal. I first had these bars when Tenley and I went to Guatemala (we were instructed to take granola bars for between-meal snacks), so they bring back memories of that incredible trip. It also feels decadent to have just a hint of dark chocolate in the morning. Lastly, they’re yummy.