Year 2002. We are in Los Angeles, just moved here, newly married. One day our family friend Jim Porter walks into our apartment holding a plate with something looking absolutely delicious. Jim made oatmeal bars for us! The bars were so good. Soft, full of oats, with luscious preserves spread in-between.
I loved the bars so much that I asked Jim for the recipe. He graciously shared it with me. Jim’s recipe was very similar to what I later found in William’s Sonoma baking book, with the only slight difference being the ingredient amounts. I will share one of those recipes with you.
Sadly Jim is no more. It’s been years. But every time I bake these bars, I remember Jim proudly handing me that plate with his homemade creations and my face beaming at the prospect of savoring them with a cup of freshly brewed tea. Thank you, Jim, for the sweet memories. And your bars were the best!