So it’s been cold, rainy and miserable in Southern Ontario for the past … decade. Maybe it just been half a decade. It’s probably only been a couple of years actually. It’s hard for me to remember … the humidity has turned my brain to mush. It’s some sort of osmosis thing.
It’s been cold, rainy and miserable in Southern Ontario for months. But it feels like a decade.
So you know what that means. My cookies are mushy.
No. That’s not a euphemism. My cookies are literally mushy.
I normally keep my cookies in a Monk cookie jar. The one that I found covered in dirt and dried up spiders at a garage sale. Which was awesome ’cause it matched the dirt and spider covered chair I found at the side of the road a few weeks prior. (I have a thing for lost causes)
But the thing about cookie jars is they almost never keep your cookies fresh. Now for those of you living in Saskatchewan or Arizona this probably isn’t a problem for you. What with the worst humidity you experience being the sweat you have to wipe off your bathroom mirror after a shower.
But for those of us that live in a climate conducive to respiratory failure and a 10 to 1 ratio of bad hair days to good … a moisture proof cookie jar is important.
And a good cookie jar is also probably sitting in your basement at this very moment … filled with dead spiders.
The good old mason jar. God, these things are endlessly useful aren’t they? So last night I grabbed one of my favourites, stuck some cookies in it and stuck it on the counter.
And now I’m in love with it.
You can see why I’m in love with it I’m sure. I mean look at it, it’s as cute as can be.
And it keeps my cookies fresh. Which again, is not a euphemism.
I’m sorry I don’t have something a little more revolutionary for you today. But I don’t. I have a mason jar and some cookies. And quite frankly … I think that’s enough.
If a mason jar with cookies in it doesn’t make inspire you, clearly you’re a lost ’cause.