A white porcelain Peter Rabbit cookie jar appeared on our kitchen countertop sometime during my early childhood. Too beautiful and fragile to touch, it almost never held cookies.
On the rare occasion that Mom stopped my brother and I before we inhaled all of the chocolate chip cookies straight off the hot pan (or all of the raw dough from the bowl), she sealed the leftovers inside of a plastic Tupperware and set them out of our greedy reach on the top pantry shelf. The cookies stayed soft and fresh that way, and Mom never caught us with our hands in the cookie jar!
Without a pretty cookie jar of my own, I still stick cookies safely inside of Tupperware containers. Although this batch barely made it… They were so sweet and fudgy that I gobbled them up four at a time. And my guy, who reaches his “chocolate limit” after only three chocolate chips, even stole seconds when he thought I wasn’t looking!