Dad and I procrastinated on planning last week’s summer baseball trip. Less than a month before, we sat in my parents’ living room, Mom and I on our laptops scrolling through hotel photos on Expedia and checking flight schedules on Southwest while Dad peered over our shoulders. We all agreed on reserving rooms at two posh places in Philadelphia and Washington, DC, but we squabbled over the airplane choices.
They preferred the 9 am flight out of San Francisco, but I balked at the twice-as-long drive to the airport and the snail-paced security lines. Eventually, they warmed up to my 11 am departure from Oakland, despite a super sort 45-minute layover in Denver. (Summer thunderstorms often cause delays there, so my parents worried we’d miss our connection!)
On the day of our vacation, I fit in a quick workout, walked the dog, showered, pack breakfast and lunch, and still ended up with an extra 15 minutes to spare. (That wouldn’t have happened if we left from SFO!) My guy dropped us off at the airport, and we breezed through security, then sipped Starbucks at the gate while waiting to board.
About halfway through the flight, a stewardess made an announcement on the loudspeaker. “Due to weather, we’ll be arriving late in Denver. Those of you with connections, don’t worry! Except Philadelphia…” She paused, while Dad and I warily glanced at each other. “We just received word that they’ll hold the plane for you, so everyone else, please let those Philadelphia passengers get off first!”
When the “Fasten Seatbelt” sign turned off, we sprinted off the plane—Dad in search of a sandwich, me in search of the gate. I spun in a complete circle after disembarking before realizing that the connection shared an entrance with our first flight. And they hadn’t even begun boarding yet!
Dad returned just in time to hand his ticket to the attendant, and we laughed at the irony as we settled back into our new seats. After takeoff, he offered me bites of both his turkey sandwich and oatmeal raisin cookie, and I snuck a second (and third!) nibble of the latter. It was so soft, sweet, and good! Dad finally put his finger on why—“They added ginger to it!”—and I couldn’t wait to get back to my kitchen and bake my own (healthier) version of them to share with you!
My spiced oatmeal raisin cookies are—dare I say it?—even better than that original airport one. They’re incredibly soft, full of plump sweet raisins, and packed with spices. I mixed in cinnamon and nutmeg (two of my favorites!) and lots of ginger. Lots. Because, well, that’s what makes them so addictive!
So grab a tall, cold glass of milk—you won’t be able to stop eating these soft spiced oatmeal raisin cookies!