Ghost of cookies and cakes past

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By Mike Cox.

With apologies to Charles Dickens, what haunts me as Christmas approaches each year is the Ghost of Cookies Past and its fellow chain-rattler, the Ghost of Cakes Past. In addition to enjoying pleasant childhood memories of 1950s and early ‘60s-vintage Christmases, back before tree lights twinkled and Santa had a smart phone, I can still smell my grandmother’s fresh-from-the-oven sugar cookies.
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