oatmeal cookies

When I was a kid, I had this oatmeal cracker, and it was a great pleasure to have it two times a year. There's no oatmeal cookies in the country. Dad bought them in the county. It's a little more than a pound a time. Dad always put it at Grandma's. Grandma left it all for me and my sister, and when I got into trouble with my sister, Grandma always broke up with my little oatmeal biscuit to share it with my sister. Every time my sister didn't like it, she said that Grandma was still holding Grandma's fall. And she said, “I want to say to my grandmother, “I don’t have a sister, and I go on to say, “There is no way for my grandmother to take a little more.” More than 20 years have passed, but memories are fresh. The happy memories of childhood can't be erased, but I can't make the taste of childhood in this effort, and I tried to change the formula the other day. It tastes like childhood, and whatever you try to do will win。