cookies – four ways

cookies – four ways

There’s something about a well-stocked cookie jar that screams ‘home’ to me. When I was growing up, there wasn’t just a cookie jar – there was a cookie drawer. And you better believe it was always full.

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brown bear cookies

brown bear cookies

Sunday afternoon, a red fox was sunning itself in a garden two houses down. He was so close, I could have touched him – and so tame, I really probably could have. You see, he’s a common sight in our neighbourhood: he prowls about the flowers by night and hides himself in sleep by day. But still, I found him unsettling. Not because he’s wild – or, as wild as a suburban London fox can be – but because he’s stealthy. This fox prefers midnight to midday, and the cover of streetlights to four o’clock rays.

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