This year more than others, I’ve been thinking a lot about my own memories of harvest time on the farm.  It could be because this is our first harvest season without both of my grandpas as we lost both within two months this winter.  It could be because I have found myself dating a non-farmer and it seems that so many of the references I take for granted need explaining to him.

Most likely, it’s just a series of things I’ve read and comments made that spark recognition as I travel through these harvest days.

And, weird though it may be, I don’t have a lot of memories of taking supper to the field.  I know that it’s a common childhood memory for most farm kids, and I do remember taking a sandwich out to the field now and then, but mostly I remember us eating at 4:30 or 5 and mom waiting because she was going to eat at 10 or later when dad came in.

But these – these are a part of my childhood.  My mom called these “Goodbars” and I remember her making them and taking them out to the field.  They were an amazing snack to get the guys through long hours sitting in the combine or tractor.



goodbars1 cup (2 sticks) butter or margarine, softened
1 cup brown sugar, firmly packed
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
2 tablespoons milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt (optional)
2 1/2 cups oats (quick or old fashioned, uncooked)
2 cups (12-oz. pkg.) chocolate chips
1 cup chopped nuts (optional)

PREHEAT oven to 375° F.

BEAT butter and sugars in large bowl until creamy. Add eggs, milk and vanilla extract; beat well. Add combined flour, baking soda and salt; mix well. Stir in oats, morsels and nuts; mix well. Press dough onto bottom of ungreased 13 x 9-inch baking pan.

BAKE for 30 to 35 minutes or until light golden brown. Cool completely in pan on wire rack; cut into bars. Store tightly covered.

iced teaAnd, although I’m sure most people would enjoy these with a glass of milk, our guys always ate them with a glass of iced tea from an old Nestea canister with a green lid like this one.

Goofy, isn’t it?  These little memories made up the fabric of our childhood and come barreling out when you least expect it.

Maybe you’ll consider celebrating harvest with me by enjoying my family’s harvest traditions?

Mitchell_LindsayLindsay Mitchell
ICGA/ICMB Marketing Manager


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