Last night I made a batch of cookies and after the goodies had cooled I took down my cookie jar to store them in. This is my cookie jar.
A few years back, on the way home from the kiddo's swim lesson, we stopped by a yard sale at a seniors centre. Our eyes met from across the room and it was love at first sight. "How much for the head?" I asked the old gal behind the table. "One dollar." she replied. And fast as lightening my loony was out and he was coming home with me. I was terribly excited about my bargain, I mean look at him! He's so fantastic.
And so, for a couple of years now I've been storing cookies in this head. I've carefully packed him up for each of our moves. I've shown him off, putting him on permanent display in each of my kitchens. But it wasn't until last night, when I tipped him upside-down to remove some old rouge cookie crumbs that I noticed this...
Remember when I said that I am wealth of useless knowledge? I just happen to know that the saying "The real McCoy" originated because of McCoy pottery. A quick look online and that $1 cookie jar I loves to bits was made between 1952-54 and is worth about $250.
I'm still keeping my cookies in it.
