Most of us remember, from childhood, a container made of ceramic, glass, or tin, where our favourite cookies could be found. Admit it; thinking of that vessel can create a sense of comfort and anticipation even decades later.
In the past, a spare cookie jar might have kept the egg money safe for emergencies, hidden a key to the liquor cabinet, or sheltered some romantic reading.
To me, the cookie jar represents a safe place for our secret feelings. I have always kept a journal and filed away bits of history and interesting trivia. In From the Cookie Jar, I will be sharing recipes, ideas, and memories gathered over decades.
I met my husband over fifty years ago, and I wrote two books about his misadventures growing up in the fifties and sixties. In the Get a Bigger Wagon books he is known only as the boy. In From the Cookie Jar, I will occasionally share a story about “the girl.” She dealt with a bully, survived a house fire, and was an expert at riding a motor cycle sidesaddle.
Today, if you’d like to contribute to my cookie jar, tell me about the items your mother or grandmothers hid in theirs?
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