Normally the granola bar is seen as the boring cousin of the
flapjack. Dry and often tasteless, I’ll be the first to admit that I’d side
with the flapjack if it was pitted against the granola bar in a fight. This may
have something to do with a lust for golden syrup that’s rarely sated but the
fact that so many granola bars are dry and hard, rather than moist and soft is
always a turn off for me. Last week however, I made the mistake of buying an
unsatisfactory coconut and after having shoved a quarter of it in a spicy
chicken pulao rice dish, I still had three quarters of the soft-fleshy thing
left. Always one to rise to a challenge, I went in search of recipes that could
tempt me and lo, the granola bar won.
