Grandma always had these cookies in a Tupperware Ham Saver located conveniently at my level, in the lowest kitchen cabinets (you rule grandma!). I would stealthfully acquire the cookies, grab my red plastic cowboy boot cup, which I still have, and fill it with ice cold milk.
Nothing like living on the farm, chowing down on cookies from the range (stove), and indulging in moo juice from the herd. The only thing that could have been better for this cowboy, is if I could have figured out how to stop my holster from slipping down on my footy pajamas.
