This Cranberry Oatmeal Breakfast Cookies recipe that I’m sharing is in loving memory of my dad. I hope that the recipe and the story behind it fill your heart with happiness.
I’ve been in quiet expectation of this, but I honestly never thought that the day would actually arrive.
No, I’m not referring to the day when my boobs will droop to belly button level. That is not an anticipated date. I’m talking about memories of my dad’s death, or rather, my lack of mourning it.
I was 15 years old when my daddy died. He was just 48 years young. Technically, he died on July 5th, but the time of death was 3:14 a.m. on that rainy Thursday morning in July of 1979. Since my last moments with him were spent watching a beautiful fireworks display, my mind has always associated Daddy’s death with the 4th of July.
Thirty four years of firework displays have come and gone since that day, and thirty-three of them occurred with my shedding a boat load of tears, heaving cries towards Heaven, pleading with God to bring my dad back home…even if only for one moment so that I’m able to utter a proper goodbye and to say “I love you so much, Daddy”.
This year has been different, though. I haven’t shed any tears. I went to bed last night without the annual forlorn and dread of today. Could it be possible that my broken heart has finally been healed?
Thanks to my God, I do believe so… proving that time truly does heal all wounds. For the record, I still miss him like crazy. That’s something that no amount of time will ever change, because little girls who love their daddy become grown women who love their daddy.
It’s strange that I don’t remember too many of my dad’s favorite foods. Being the big guy that he was, he enjoyed eating in general. However, I do remember his thirst for a dry martini with 2 green olives, his passion for pickled herring in sour cream sauce atop pumpernickel cocktail bread, and his love for oatmeal raisin cookies for breakfast.
Two oatmeal cookies would sit silently and patiently on his plate, next to the over easy, butter soaked eggs and crispy bacon. Once the main dish was devoured, Daddy would take a cookie and dredge it through the runny egg yolk on his plate.
I suspect it was nothing more than a method of transporting the liquid love from the plate to his palate.
The second cookie, however, was worthy of some devoted attention. He used to dunk a bit of it into his black coffee before allowing it to dissolve on his tongue. He cherished that cookie as if it were his secret lover. I’m convinced that there must a food love gene, because I share that sort of mega love for foods like homemade macaroni and cheese, bacon, and salted caramel.
In loving memory of my dad, I’ve recreated his favorite oatmeal cookies, but I put a healthy spin on the recipe and made some additions to assure that they are really are worthy of being a true breakfast cookie. They’re absolutely perfect if you’re looking for something nutritious that you can eat as you dash out the door and I can also testify that they are quite dunkably delicious into a cup of coffee or milk.
I hope you love these breakfast cookies!
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