Oatmeal Cookies

I made oatmeal cookies today, at the request of my 11 year old. I hated these cookies when I was growing up. My mother used to bake them. They were the only cookies she made. She would drop these huge clumps all over the pan and burn the bottoms black. Black. They were yucky.

One day when I was a teen, I made these cookies as a treat for my mom. Being the obsessive/compulsive, anal neatnik that I am, I dropped them in small round spoonfuls in straight, even rows on the cookie sheet. I baked them at the proper temperature for the prescribed amount of time. They came out soft, chewy, golden brown and GOOD. Go figure.