For Handmade Granola get yo'self a huge roasting implement. I favor cast iron myself. But we have very little cast iron left in our kitchen. Its bad for my marriage, this iron. Because my husband isn't southern. And if you are not southern, you are congenitally unable to understand the iron which has been cast for cooking. I'm not bitter. I've been happily married for nigh unto 13 years. I choose my beloved husband over pots and pans any day. So, grab your stainless steal wok (sigh) and dump in oats. Add all the left over Cheerios and stale boxed cereal in your cupboards. Add salt, honey, molasses, and oil. Add Lots and Lots and Lots of yummy nuts. We like almonds and sunflower seeds. Mix, adjust all components for taste, and roast at 350 for an hour or so, ish. This whole recipe is delightfully ish. (Which reminds me, go find the book Ish and read it. Its about art. You need to read it. We all need to read it yearly.)
Warning, do not add dried fruit. If you have to have dried fruit (say for instance because you are deeply flawed that way) you should add the evil dried fruit at the end. If you add and then roast your evil fruited raisins or apricots or what have you, they will transform into foul glass. You have been warned.
Now go pick up your knitting and knit a few rows. Then go mix your granola and return it to the oven. Then knit some more. Then turn and roast some more. Then knit some more. Then check to see if your granola is roasted to perfectionishness. Decide, perhaps, it needs to go just a hair longer. Return it to the oven and turn your oven off.
Settle yourself with your knitting. Think about how helpful it is to have a pattern to follow. But then, how we are so frequently broken and mired in our patterns. And how sometimes the best thing you can do, as hurtful as it seems and indeed can feel, is to refuse the pattern. Break your thread and go do something else.