We lived next door to a woman we called "Grandma Gert" and she used to make oatmeal cookies for us that, at the time, we considered a chore to eat. Neither of Gert's children had had children, and so the neighborhood kids became honorary grandkids and man...those cookies weren't even chocolate chip!! Grandma Gert was one of the parents who "just don't understand."
What I'd do to taste the oatmeal cookies she made though. No one makes them that way anymore. I think fondly of her all the time and wish I had paid more attention to her story.
