I’m not sure how she did it, but I never remember walking in her house that her cookie jar wasn’t full of Ice Box Cookies. It surely wasn’t full when Kenny and I left. But whenever we’d show up the next time it was magically full once again.

I can’t even imagine how many of those cookies she baked in her 88 years of life, but it was tens of thousands I bet.

She always used pecans, but I bet finely chopped walnuts would be good.