I collect cookie jars and I bake cookies. There is usually a new batch made every weekend. It's one of the routines in my little grey cottage here in New Hampshire. As the seasons change, the cookie jars rotate their way from the collection shelf to the kitchen island and I fall in love all over again with my kitschy treasures. I love each and every one that I've found over the years, but I am willing to hand one off to a friend or loved one, when it's just the right time. And today ... November 25th is the right day.
But first, a few words about this week's batch of cookies!