A Jar on the Counter

My nose caught the richest, sweet vanilla scent coming straight from the kitchen counter! I climbed onto a sturdy chair and reached way up to investigate. A heavy glass jar was sitting right under the warm hanging light, filled with golden, bumpy rounds. The lid was clamped down tightly with a metal wire latch, and my fuzzy fingers could only slide against the smooth glass at first. But after wiggling the wire latch with both hands, it popped open with a loud click! I grabbed one big chocolate-speckled circle and took a triumphant bite. Crumbs scattered everywhere, and it was glorious!