Ouch.
I'm usually quite reliable about filling the cookie jar, but with summer I fell down on the job. Full-time lunchbox packing returns this week and so the cookie jar must be filled. And filled it was on Sunday evening. C is in California and unable to take advantage of the bounty. But JT and I will eat a cookie or two in his honor.
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and those of us in the know - these are cookies to die for! I expect nephew C knows this...
I don't know why (especially since it's not like we didn't have a functioning kitchen in every apartment we've ever lived in), but we've been on a cookie-baking tear in our house. The waistband of my pants can barely contain the sugary goodness.
The cookies in the jar are art, pure and simple. And not the decorative kind.
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