Monday, December 15, 2008

Oatmeal Jam-Ups with Rose and Sam

This past weekend we drove to Springfield, IL to meet my parents for lunch. We figure that's about the half way point between the lot of us. We met to exchange presents and just get to hang out for a bit. My parents aren't really able to make it all the way to Chicago often and we aren't able to make it all the way to southeast MO. My father loves my Oatmeal Jam-up cookies. It's a recipe I started making years ago because it just looked so yummy. This year I let my oldest (Sam) and my youngest (Rose) do most of the work.
We got all the ingredients out.

And while I added what we needed to the bowl, Sam and Rose did the mixing. Rose was so excited to be helping, and Sam was very compliant. Now, I'm not going to share my recipe (because then my sister wouldn't have to call me every year and ask me how to do it and what goes in it), but I will share what the finished product looks like. In the book they make these into really cute ravioli shapes, but I'm lazy so I make mine into bars instead. My boys are always so suspicious of anything I make. I think it comes from all the years I've told them that I've secretly been poisoning their food. After I shoved as many bars, as I could, into a container for my father I put the rest aside for us. I was thinking it might be a nice alternative to cereal in the mornings. Unfortunately they didn't last past Sunday.

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Kat said...

What a tease. Telling us about a recipe you make...and then not sharing it. Not that I would make it. Because I don't do jam. :-)

AndreaLeigh said...

Wow, sounds yummy! And it looks delish too!

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

Your oatmeal jam-ups are obviously all that and a bag of chips if they don't last long enough to be a few days worth of breakfast. How dare you show us pictures and not divulge the recipe! I'm drooling just thinking about them.