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My mother was not a great baker, but neither am I, frankly. But our Sunday night tradition was to find a new cookie recipe and fill the cookie jar with hopefully delicious cookies. The little cowboy dog cookie jar has probably held thousands of cookies over the years, and each time I lift the jar, a wave of happy memories floods through me.
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