cookie tin

Some families have cookies jars but we had a cookie tin - a round, Christmas-themed cookie tin that we used every single day for well over a decade.  My mom would come home from grocery shopping and I would immediately fill the tin with all the new cookies.  Often times, an entire container of Oreos or two whole sleeves of Chips Ahoy wouldn't fit in the tin, despite my best re-arranging efforts.  Nights when the tin was empty would result in my dad grumbling under his breath and me adding Ovaltine to my already poured glass of whole milk.  (Now the only milk you'll find in my parent's fridge is low fat and organic - not that I'm complaining.)  Sometime when I was in college, I think, the cookie tin disappeared.  Oh sure, there are always cookies in the pantry, way more and way better than when I was growing up, but they never make it from their original containers to a tin.  I have no idea what happened to that Christmas cookie tin, and I wonder if my parents would have any clue if I ever asked them.  I don't know why I found myself thinking about that tin this morning, but it gave me inspiration to start this blog.


Everyone has their own cookie tin story.  A place that they've come from.  Somewhere they miss.  I struggle every day with making a home out of NYC...  

So thanks, cookie tin.  I think I miss you.  (And I blame you for my unhealthy obsession with Christmas.)