3 years ago i spent the summer in New Zealand for my own personal satisfaction of doing every single thing the contestants from the previous ‘Bachelor’ had done (you would too if you saw it). Oh, and modeling.
I left Utah wondering what i was going going to do on a plane for 26 hours (lies). I was accompanied by another model, Briann; I didn’t know her that well but she sure had a lot of spunk for a model that was only 5’7 and 17 years old. She informed me that we would not be spending 26 hours on the plane but a mere 14 and if i wanted to count the 9 hour layover at LAX as ‘hell time’ it’d be okay with her. Thank goodness she knew about this international travel business. Bon Voyage!
When we landed in New Zealand we went through customs and were grilled by two officers who seriously doubted that we were only students (our work visa’s hadn’t arrived yet). Somehow, using my old blonde student i.d. we passed their tests and got out of the airport ASAP. When we arrived at our respective apartments it was apparent that i was to be living with 3 boys–not cool– and Brianne with a lovely make up artist and her boyfriend. I was a more than a little peeved and Brianne offered to switch with me; i was in no position to argue and accepted. Thank goodness for this girl, things were beginning to look up.
The weeks went by without a gym pass, car, phone, or a reasonable internet connection. I cried a lot, worked a lot, and walked A LOT. For instance, if i had a job at 7 a.m., 10 miles away, I would wake up at 5 a.m., walk 2 hours, do the job and then repeat the cycle –backwards and in the dark (no worries, i had mase). To be young and so dumb; I don’t think there’s a single atom in my brain that would allow me to do that today.
Like any normal -non alien and skinny weirdo, I needed energy for these lengthly walks and strange alley ways weren’t going to cut it. I needed food, yummy, fresh, tasty FOOD. (nom nom nom). I found it x10. I found unbelievable carrots, apples, (if you ever go there please taste their produce and you’ll know why I rave about a carrot and apple) and granola bars -i.e. a healthy persons candy bar.
New Zealand sells these granola bars called ‘Tasti’, and they are TASTY. So tasty that when i left NZ (2 ish months later) i brought 4 boxes with and wrote the company asking if they would please help with my depression and accept my offer of distributing in the US from the back of my Chevy. Sadly, they declined my offer and i was left to find my own remedy and replacement for ‘Tasti’ granola bars. So sweet, chewy, salty, la la la la i’m day dreaming now.
with no further ado…
- 2 cups old-fashioned oatmeal
- 1 cup sliced almonds
- 1 cup shredded coconut, loosely packed
- 1/2 cup toasted wheat germ
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 2/3 cup honey
- 1/4 cup light brown sugar, lightly packed
- 1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
- 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/2 cup chopped pitted dates
- 1/2 cup chopped dried apricots
- 1/2 cup dried cranberries