Banana Pecan Baked Oatmeal

Banana Pecan Baked Oatmeal is a gluten free and lacto ovo vegetarian morn meal. This recipe serves 8 and costs 89 cents per serving. One portion of this dish contains roughly 8g of protein, 16g of fat, and a total of 313 calories. 420 people have made this recipe and would make it again. If you have eggs, ground cinnamon, coconut oil, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes about 45 minutes. It is brought to you by Cooking Classy. Overall, this recipe earns a pretty good spoonacular score of 71%. Banana, Bourbon and Pecan Baked Oatmeal, Oatmeal Pecan Banana Bread for National Oatmeal Day, and Banana Pecan Oatmeal are very similar to this recipe.

Servings: 8

 

Ingredients:

1 tsp baking powder

1 1/4 cups (292g) mashed well ripened bananas (about 3 medium)

3 Tbsp (40g) coconut oil, melted

2 large eggs

1 tsp ground cinnamon

1 tsp lemon juice

1/4 cup (60ml) maple syrup, plus more for serving if desired

1 2/3 cup milk (395ml) , plus more for serving if desired

2 1/2 cups (228g) rolled old-fashioned oats

2/3 cup (70g) chopped Fisher Pecans, plus more for serving if desired

1/4 tsp salt

1 tsp vanilla extract

Equipment:

baking pan

mixing bowl

whisk

oven

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray an 8x8-inch baking dish with non-stick cooking spray, set aside.In a medium mixing bowl whisk together oats, Fishers Pecans, baking powder, cinnamon and salt. In a separate mixing bowl stir together mashed bananas with lemon juice then add in milk, maple syrup, eggs, and vanilla extract and whisk until very well blended. Stir in coconut oil. Pour milk mixture into oat mixture and stir to combined. Pour mixture into prepared baking dish. Bake in preheated oven until set, about 30 minutes. Serve warm with milk, additional Fisher Pecans and maple syrup if desired. Recipe source: Cooking Classy

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray an 8x8-inch baking dish with non-stick cooking spray, set aside.In a medium mixing bowl whisk together oats, Fishers Pecans, baking powder, cinnamon and salt. In a separate mixing bowl stir together mashed bananas with lemon juice then add in milk, maple syrup, eggs, and vanilla extract and whisk until very well blended. Stir in coconut oil.

2. Pour milk mixture into oat mixture and stir to combined.

3. Pour mixture into prepared baking dish.

4. Bake in preheated oven until set, about 30 minutes.

5. Serve warm with milk, additional Fisher Pecans and maple syrup if desired. Recipe source: Cooking Classy


Nutrition Information:

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315k Calories
8g Protein
16g Total Fat
37g Carbs
10% Health Score
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Calories
315k
16%

Fat
16g
25%

  Saturated Fat
6g
41%

Carbohydrates
37g
12%

  Sugar
12g
14%

Cholesterol
51mg
17%

Sodium
115mg
5%

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Protein
8g
16%

Manganese
1mg
88%

Phosphorus
258mg
26%

Selenium
14µg
21%

Fiber
4g
19%

Vitamin B2
0.32mg
19%

Magnesium
68mg
17%

Vitamin B1
0.23mg
16%

Copper
0.27mg
13%

Zinc
1mg
13%

Potassium
434mg
12%

Calcium
124mg
12%

Vitamin B6
0.22mg
11%

Iron
1mg
10%

Vitamin B5
0.89mg
9%

Folate
26µg
7%

Vitamin D
0.89µg
6%

Vitamin B12
0.33µg
6%

Vitamin C
3mg
4%

Vitamin B3
0.73mg
4%

Vitamin A
176IU
4%

Vitamin E
0.46mg
3%

Vitamin K
1µg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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