An ode to my cookie jar...

I am, as a general rule, not much of a "sweets" person. I prefer salty, and savory, for the most part. That being said, cookies would be a definite exception to that rule. I've always loved cookies. Just a small, soft and chewy bit of sweet, as a snack, or to top off a meal. And, I've always loved the concept of a cookie jar. It's homey and warm. It provides the soul who opens it with a handful of love and deliciousness, never mind the crumbs. But, I intensely dislike kitschy cookie jars. I WILL NOT ever have a cookie jar in the shape of a cowboy boot, a rooster, a cow's head, etc, in my house, or on my counter. So, I'd pretty much given up on the idea of a cookie jar. Until I walked into a small shop in Afton, WY, and my heart tumbled, full on into a deep & passionate love, with this guy. (I feel very passionate about my kitchen, and all objects therein. I either love them, and keep and use them, or I despise them, and discard them directly into the nearest trash receptacle. I really need to work on being more opinionated, I think.)




Meet my cookie jar:


Handsome, ain't he?
And, what's even better about this handsome man, is that he is beautiful on the inside, as well.
Now, my family loves this cookie jar as well. Frank dearly loves cookies, as any self respecting man should. Kiki is fond of his offerings, but Debris really REALLY REALLY loves the cookie jar-in a close emotional attachement sort of way. On any given day, at about 10am or so, if I've fallen behind in my Oh-So-Important cookie baking duties around here, I usually hear a horrifying-ear-piercing-blood-curdling howl from the kitchen. Usually, I run in there expecting someone to be in bloody shreds. While it wouldn't surprise me for that to be the case at some point, most often, it is my little Debris, sitting on the counter, with the cookie jar lid in her hand, and tears rolling down her cheeks. "Momma!" she howls pitifully, "There's no cookies in the cookie jar!" It's truly heart-rending. So, I allow her to help me make cookies, and all is right in Debris' little world. Wouldn't it be nice if all it took to make us all happy was snickerdoodles?


Want a cookie mom?
I'm just getting a cookie momma! (smiles charmingly!) (she dressed herself in this pic! Ya gotta love the black studded belt!)
A contemplative moment, in jammies, with the cookie jar. And a bunch of knives. We're all about safety around here.Have snickerdoodle, will travel cheerfully. :-) Looking at the world through snickerdoodle eyes. :-)

Have a great weekend! I'm going to go make some snickerdoodles. :-)