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Homemade Larabars Made of Dates and Cashews and a Flash Fiction Story

Occasionally Chris will have something to say about food preparation, but only if he has tried it and had good results.

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Recently here on HubPages we've seen a few recipe hubs presented alongside a poem, flash fiction or short story. The featured food item is creatively worked into the creative writing to pull the whole hub together. I used this technique once after Jodah/John Hansen used it with his world famous scrambled eggs and a poem called How to Make the Worlds Best Scrambled Eggs. Faith Reaper weighed in with her recipe for Baked Fried Green Tomatoes along with the short story, Savannah's Smile. My original attempt at this budding genre was my recipe for Acorn Squash and a flash fiction story called Dream Date.

My latest addition to this literary/culinary combo is a recipe for homemade larabars made from dates and cashews and and a flash fiction story called Survival. Actually, this recipe has been published her for quite a while, but I wanted to give it a needed upgrade. Homemade larabars are a delicious, energy packed food, so it's worth keeping the hub going.

I'll begin with the recipe, then move on to the story.

Healthy snack bars that are excellent energy bars while hiking

We all need energy and no matter how much we might want to stay or get fit, we have to eat adequately to keep our energy up. The solution to balancing weight control with maintaining energy is to eat smart.

Homemade, cashew and date Larabars is one of the smart foods. Yes, the calories are a bit on the high side because of the cashews, but they are loaded with antioxidants, minerals and vitamins.

Larabar Ingredients: Cashews and Dates

  • 32oz Raw or dry roasted cashews, Ground to texture of corn meal
  • 1.5lbs Dates, pitted, Pureed to a paste

Author's Demonstration.

  1. Place a golf ball size lump of pureed dates in the palm of one hand and add to that hand a handful of ground cashews. Continue kneading more cashews into the mixture until it is consistently slightly tacky.
  2. Place the ball between sheets of waxed paper on the table and press the bottom of a sauce pan down onto it until it is uniformly one quarter inch thick. Trim to the desired size and shape.
  3. Wrap the bar in waxed paper and then press it once more with the sauce pan.
  4. Freeze, refrigerate or eat immediately.
Homage Larabars ready for the freezer and ready for the trail or wherever you need quick energy.

Homage Larabars ready for the freezer and ready for the trail or wherever you need quick energy.

Dried Cherries. Store them in the freezer. Use alone as a snack or in salads, muffins. and recipes.

Weigh in with your opinion about the calorie count in Larabars

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Montana Mountain Peak with Scree Fields Forming Below



A lone hiker named Chris lay sprawled on the ground more than a hundred feet below the trail he had been hiking. Weariness from carrying the heavy backpack too many miles had left him dragging his feet. It was inevitable that he would trip on one of the rocks protruding from the trail if he didn’t stop and rest.

He hadn’t stopped--he did trip--and the descent was brutal.

After a ten foot fall he had struck a rocky ledge, rolled and fell again, tumbling down the sharply sloping side of the mountain. Gravel ground into his skin, cutting and scraping his arms and face. He finally came to rest against a pile of scree, large pieces of stone that had broken off the peak high above.

Chris awoke to the sound of rushing water not far below. His body ached with the cuts, bruises and sprains. How long he had lain on the flat boulder, he could only guess, but judging from the pool of congealed blood from his nose, it must have been hours.

While no bones seemed to be broken, his right knee was swollen. He drank from his water bag and began to think more clearly. He inspected his backpack and found that the shoulder straps had broken, but the waist belt had held. The top of the pack had been torn open, but most of his gear was still inside. Only the items on top were missing, which included the two bags of dehydrated meals.

Mountain Stream


Chris looked at the slope above him. He could make out the route his flailing body had taken to get to where he now sat on a boulder with his back leaning against yet another boulder. In fact, all he could see was the rubble of a scree field.

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His knee would keep him from climbing out. He had been warned against hiking these mountain canyons alone, but, as a long term visitor to the State of Montana, he didn’t know anyone who would take time to accompany him on his weekend excursions.

He recalled having mentioned to his coworkers at his temporary job where he would be hiking this weekend, and he also had texted his family back home about his plans. Today was Sunday. Eventually someone would come looking for him.

Chris dug deeper into the pack and found his cell phone which had evidently taken a direct hit on the ledge above because it was crushed. The water bag was intact, but he hadn’t filled it since leaving his campsite that morning. He listened to the sound of running water below. He might not be able to climb out, but he knew he could find a way to get water from the stream. He lay his head back against the rock and slept.

When he awoke, it was getting dark, and he was seriously hungry. Thoughts of the dehydrated lasagna and the scalloped potatoes and ham taunted him. Then he remembered the larabars. He had made a batch of his favorite hiking snack in the middle of the week and had brought them along. He tore into the backpack, searching the pockets, afraid that they too had flown out during his fall.

He finally found the larabars, and emptied them out onto the boulder. He remembered packing two for Friday afternoon and eight more for Saturday and Sunday. Fortunately, he hadn’t eaten as many as he thought he might. Six date and cashew bars lay before him, his only source of sustenance until help came. He opened one and recalled that there were nearly two hundred calories in each bar. He hoped it would be enough.



Chris barely slept that night. His knee hurt, and he was hungry. As the sun came up on Monday morning, he had another larabar and some water. This was the day that his coworkers would realize something was wrong when he didn’t show up for work.

He drank the rest of his water for breakfast and immediately began plotting about how to get more from the stream. He crawled to the edge of the flat boulder and peered down. Twenty feet below was a pool connected to the side of the mainstream. He found the length of rope he carried for hanging his food from trees at night so bears wouldn’t visit his campsites. He lowered the bag to the pool where it floated. He retrieved the bag and put a couple of rocks inside, then tried again. The bottle began to fill.


With the food and water problems solved, he began to relax, knowing that sometime, somebody was going to find him. He waited expectantly all day until the light began to fade once again. This night he slept long and hard.

For breakfast, Chris ate the fourth of the six bars. All day he lay, thinking, reading a paperback of Hemingway short stories and making notes about his ordeal. He dozed on and off as the sun slowly sank for the third time since he had fallen.

He was awakened late Tuesday morning by gravel pouring down on top of him. At first he feared a land slide, but looked up the slope to see a man descending with the aid of a rope which was being played out by another person up on the trail. The rescuer introduced himself as Conner, and his partner was Sarah.

An hour later, a helicopter hovered overhead, lowering a rescue harness. Chris waved to Joel and turned to Conner. “You two might need these before the day is over,” he said, holding out the remaining two larabars.

Chris began to slowly rise out of the scree field, seeing the magnificent, treacherous scene around him in a new light. This was the Montana wilderness, and it demanded man’s respect.


Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on May 11, 2015:

I appreciate the visit and thanks for reading my hub.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on April 08, 2014:

Wasteless project, they really are very good. And fun to make as well. Thanks for visiting.

Wasteless Project from Worldwide on April 07, 2014:

Yummie! That recipe sounds delicious and is inviting to be experimented with;) Thanks for sharing!

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on March 08, 2013:

carozy, I make these out of dates, figs, dried cherries and dried cranberries. They are all wonderful and easy to make. Thanks for reading and sharing.

carozy from San Francisco on March 08, 2013:

I'm familiar with Lara bars and like some of them. This sounds like something my roommate would do. He loves dates.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 27, 2012:

Hi Robin, Thanks for reading. I am right this minute working on an article about how to incorporate dried cherries into our diets. I got to wondering if the larabar process would work with cherries. I only had almonds, so I tried it and it is great. It is the same process as I used here except with cherries.

Robin Grosswirth from New York on December 27, 2012:

Love dates and cashews so it is a great marriage. Love healthy snacking. Thanks.

Michael-Milec on December 23, 2012:

Very much so, maintening energy/health a need or necessity. Keep up with these great receipts . ( one for to encrease iron in the blood ) .

Thank you for inspirational writing .

Up and interesting.

Have a blessed journey now, and in upcoming 2013 .

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 21, 2012:

You're welcome RTalloni, thanks for reading and commenting. Enjoy the Larabars.

RTalloni on December 21, 2012:

A super recipe hub--thanks for sharing method so clearly in the video!

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