Breakfast of... DEAR GOD THE GRANOLA'S ON FIRE!

I sometimes wonder if we're the only people who live in a funhouse world where bees take over your wood stove, raptors fly in to your bedroom, bike rides require shooting earmuffs, cats weigh 23 lbs and don't know how to clean themselves, and vacuum cleaners are gateways to Hell. Does this all happen to you and it just doesn't seem important enough to tell me? I'd love for you to share. I'm starting to worry... This past Wednesday our evening started typically enough. I got home from work, Carolyn was just putting the granola in the oven. OK, let me stop there. That's normal around here. About 3 years ago Carolyn made granola from a magazine recipe. It was so good she kept doing it and now my mother and sister are making it as well. It's mostly mixing dry ingredients and baking. It's dead simple. It's posted at Epicurious . You should try it. Anyway, it's midweek so we're having a simple dinner. Hamburgers. As normal and all-American as a me