Homemade Granola

I have shamelessly nicked this from Davina McCall, however it was advertised as sugar free which even though it has very little it still had too much for me due to the raging diabetes I have removed the sugar

So I removed the maple syrup from the original recipe and replaced it with a date mashed up in boiling water.
Makes quite a lot

1kg porridge oats
100g desiccated or flaked coconut
300g nuts, lightly crushed into pieces (any kind are good, but almonds add sweetness)
Four pinches of salt
6 tbsp coconut oil (or another type of oil, but coconut oil is best) so far I've used rapeseed and olive oil due to a singular lack of coconut oil
4 tbsp boiling water

2 large or 4 small dates
3 egg whites
Optional: Handful of raisins
Preheat the oven to 150°C/130°C Fan/Gas 2. Line a large baking tray with greaseproof paper.
Put the oats, coconut, nuts and salt in a large bowl. If your coconut oil has set, warm it gently in a pan until just melted. Chop the dates and add to the boiling water, mash thoroughly. Pour the oil and the date mixture over the dry ingredients and mix thoroughly so everything is well coated.
Whisk the egg white until it’s frothy. Pour this over the oat mixture and mix thoroughly again. Spread the granola over the baking tray as evenly as you can.
Bake the granola in the oven for 40–50 minutes, turning it over half way through. Start checking after 40 minutes to see if it’s done – it should be lightly browned and dry.
Remove the tray of granola from the oven and leave it to cool completely. Gently break up the granola into clumps as big or small as you want. You will find some of the mixture is loose, but that’s unavoidable so don’t worry.
Store the granola in an airtight jar – it will keep well for a few weeks.

It's pretty good but My God it gives your jaws a workout

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