I'm the kind of person that always has a box of cake mix in the pantry. And generally speaking, this is something I'm not super proud of. I'd much rather be the kind of person that whips up a cake from scratch on the rare occasion a home-baked cake is needed; or the kind of person that didn't crave cake; or the kind of person that doesn't eat most of said cake in one sitting; or some combination of the three.

But being that I'm not, I had a box on hand yesterday. And on that cold and very rainy day, when my daughter was on a nap strike and happened to be fighting a cold- I've never been happier to be that kind of person.

Growing up my mom made two types of cookies that I just couldn't get enough of: Her Cowboy Cookies, made from a super secret recipe that I'm legally bound never to share here; and Nana's Oatmeal Cookies, a recipe she got from her mother {my Nana}, originally found in a Betty Crocker cookbook. She, of course, made countless other things I loved; but there's just something about these cookies that brings me back to that childhood kitchen.