Homemade Chewy Granola Bars (No High Fructose Corn Syrup)

Homemade Chewy Granola Bars (No High Fructose Corn Syrup) is a morn meal that serves 8. One portion of this dish contains roughly 5g of protein, 10g of fat, and a total of 241 calories. For 43 cents per serving, this recipe covers 9% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. It is a good option if you're following a dairy free diet. 26 people have tried and liked this recipe. Head to the store and pick up almonds, flour, vanillan extract, and a few other things to make it today. It is brought to you by My San Francisco Kitchen. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes around 10 minutes. Taking all factors into account, this recipe earns a spoonacular score of 38%, which is not so awesome. Homemade Chewy Granola Bars, Homemade Chewy Granola Bars, and Homemade Chewy Granola Bars are very similar to this recipe.

Servings: 8

Preparation duration: 10 minutes

 

Ingredients:

¼ cup sliced almonds

4 tbsp packed brown sugar

1 egg, beaten

½ cup all-purpose flour

½ tsp ground cinnamon

¼ cup ground flax seeds (or wheat germ)

3 tbsp honey

1 cup rolled oats

Pinch of salt

½ cup semi-sweet chocolate chips

1 tsp vanilla extract

Equipment:

bowl

oven

wax paper

frying pan

knife

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.In a large bowl, mix oats, sugar, ground flax seeds, flour, cinnamon, salt, almonds, and chocolate chips together. Add egg, honey, oil and apple sauce on top and stir with a spoon for a few minutes until all ingredients are blended together. Transfer to a greased 8x8 pan and flatten down to desired thickness using wax paper. Bake for 25 minutes, or until just firm and edges are golden brown. Do not overbake or they will be too hard!Cool 5 minutes, then cut with a knife and leave in pan to cool. Once completely cooled, remove and store in an airtight container.

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.In a large bowl, mix oats, sugar, ground flax seeds, flour, cinnamon, salt, almonds, and chocolate chips together.

2. Add egg, honey, oil and apple sauce on top and stir with a spoon for a few minutes until all ingredients are blended together.

3. Transfer to a greased 8x8 pan and flatten down to desired thickness using wax paper.

4. Bake for 25 minutes, or until just firm and edges are golden brown. Do not overbake or they will be too hard!Cool 5 minutes, then cut with a knife and leave in pan to cool. Once completely cooled, remove and store in an airtight container.


Nutrition Information:

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240k Calories
5g Protein
9g Total Fat
33g Carbs
4% Health Score
Limit These
Calories
240k
12%

Fat
9g
15%

  Saturated Fat
3g
20%

Carbohydrates
33g
11%

  Sugar
16g
19%

Cholesterol
21mg
7%

Sodium
18mg
1%

Caffeine
9mg
3%

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Protein
5g
11%

Manganese
0.84mg
42%

Magnesium
68mg
17%

Fiber
4g
17%

Copper
0.31mg
15%

Phosphorus
144mg
14%

Selenium
9µg
14%

Vitamin B1
0.21mg
14%

Iron
2mg
12%

Vitamin E
1mg
9%

Vitamin B2
0.14mg
8%

Zinc
1mg
8%

Folate
26µg
7%

Potassium
202mg
6%

Vitamin B3
1mg
5%

Calcium
48mg
5%

Vitamin B5
0.35mg
4%

Vitamin B6
0.06mg
3%

Vitamin K
1µg
1%

Vitamin B12
0.07µg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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