I made cookies yesterday. Real cookies. I know. Shocker. I've confessed before that I don't like baking from scratch. Floating and wafting flour really annoys me. But these cookies have very little flour in them, so I make the exception. Plus they are so scrumdidiliumptious (you know, I can't find how to spell that word so I'll have to make up my own spelling.)
Home-Style Oatmeal Cookies
- 4 cups quick oatmeal
- 2 cups brown sugar
- 1 cup oil
- 1 tsp. vanilla
- 1 cup walnuts (optional)
- 2 beaten eggs
- 1/2 cup flour (I did add a little more to hold the cookies together better)
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1 cup raisins
Mix oatmeal, sugar and oil. Let stand overnight (or mix during the day and make the cookies at night). Add vanilla, walnuts, eggs, flour, salt and raisins. Drop onto ungreased baking sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for about 12 minutes. Makes 3 dozen.
Story: Pick Your own Battles
Last night I went to pick up Jackson and Mason from soccer practice. As I was talking to the coach about Saturday's game, I noticed Jackson was chasing a boy, who was chasing a boy. All in fun. They were laughing and smiling. Jackson wasn't chasing the boy with any sharp objects. And obviously the boy is not limited to physical activity because he plays soccer. There was no immediate danger to this boy.
Well, apparently, the mother of the boy (who was chasing the other boy, don't forget) stopped Jackson and started to yell at him. While she is in the middle of yelling at my son, her son pushed the boy down whom he was chasing. I almost busted up laughing. It was sweet justice. It really gets my goat when people who have half the parenting experience I have (not to mention only a third of the children I have) feel the need to parent my children. I pick my battles. Chasing a boy, after soccer practice, is completely acceptable in my book.