The top of the jar is filled with these things called Vienna Punch Cookies, from Nick Malagieri's book The Modern Baker. I think these butter cookies sandwiched with chocolate-crumb-jam-kahlua filling are a great idea,
Worries about money combined with the coming of fall have been inciting powerful subconscious urges within me. I want the freezer stocked (corn, blanched beet greens, stock, chicken dumplings, eggplant parmesan, cookie and pie dough), the cupboard full of flour, tomatoes, beans and other staples. I've been poaching quinces, making fruit butters, and stews with a vengeance, and dreaming of freezing whole lasagnes. I do so love being a good provider. Sometimes I overdo it and provide more than anyone can possibly eat, or want to eat, but I am lucky to have good friends and loved ones who take my efforts in stride, come to dinner often, listen to my obsessions, cook for me too, and happily empty any cookie jar I fill. It's a well-documented sign of love (or pathology) to lavish a family with food and hospitality. It's a somewhat underappreciated gift to respond properly to that hospitality, to receive that proffered love and nurturing with gratitude and delight and equal responsiveness. I'm so grateful that my love and my family have good shares of both of these essential talents.
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