I bought this cookie jar with the full intention of being the sort of mom who doesn't let the cookie jar get empty. I had grand plans—I would bake cookies on the regular to give my family sweet treats that weren't filled with preservatives.
Fast forward a few years and, well, sometimes I hold up my end of the bargain. Sometimes the jar is filled with artfully-arranged Oreos.
I mean, yes, it's a bit precious, but it prevents the cookies from breaking up into tiny pieces. So it's smart and pretty.
The secret is I don't really love baking—well, I don't mind but I'd prefer it if someone would gather and measure the ingredients. And then do the dishes. I would just do the mixing and the putting on the cookie sheets and the putting into and later removing from the oven.
Basically, I want to be a TV talk show baker.
But I'm using my power for good and whipping up some cookies. More on that tomorrow.