The other day as I was making plans for the annual Clawson family camp out I asked for suggestions for camp treats.  You know every family has their favorites.  There has to be homemade marshmallows, tinfoil dinners, eclairs on a stick, but James’ must have suggestion was homemade Oreo’s.  Funny thing is, I didn’t even know he loved these little tidbits until a few years after we were married.  I made them once while we were dating to take on a fun trip with a bunch of friends to Jackson Hole, and I don’t think he ate one.  Even then at my early stages of cooking I was hurt deeply by the fact that he didn’t like what I had made.  I seriously wondered if I could even date the boy again if he wasn’t going to enjoy my cooking, or at least fake liking it.  Since then though, I have found that he loves these Oreo’s and he just didn’t want to be a piglet on the Jackson trip years ago.   I don’t make them very often because I have a hard time getting them to completion.  I will admit, I could eat the whole batch of chocolate cookies without the white frosting centers even.   Dang, when those cookies come out hot, you can shove a whole cookie in your mouth and nobody knows it’s even gone.  Unless of course Emma lives at your house and she counts the cookies.  “Mom there is an odd number of cookies here.  Where is the other one?”  she says, and I am busted.  So I must eat another to keep the cookie count even.  It is a terrible cycle.