The “Secret” Baker

29 Oct

Some secrets are meant to be kept, regardless of what other people — or my alarm — may think.

As for the cookies I tried to sneak in to school last week for the Com Arts professors, I realized food is not only the key to a man’s heart, but also to a woman’s mouth.

Call it senior nostalgia, but I have wanted to say “thank you”  all semester to the professors in my major. I finally got my chance last week, when one of my professors assigned my class to perform a random act of kindness. Almost immediately, I knew what I would do: bake cookies!

Betty Crocker and I toiled in my kitchen Wednesday night as we made a batch each of double chocolate cookies and peanut butter cookies. My plan was to wake up at dawn’s early light, sneak the cookies into the department after Dr. Drake opened the offices and flee before being caught.

The baking process took a bit longer than I anticipated, however, and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow that night — which meant I also was asleep before I remembered to set my alarm.

Ten ’til eight, I glanced at the clock. Panic stabbed my stomach like a dull knife. I was late!

I frantically got dressed, grabbed the cookies and sped (more literally than not) to campus. I arrived while classes were still in session and was hoping all the professors would be out and about campus.

I felt like Kronk from the Emperor’s New Groove as I slid through the open doorway and spotted the department secretary and a female student worker sitting at their desks. My cover was blown, and the plastic wrap around the plates came off as easily as glue, but I finally was able to escape with the cookies left behind.

Mission accomplished? Not quite.

I had barely sat down in class Friday morning before one of my Com Arts professors started telling me a story about the cookies someone mysteriously left in the department. Ironically, the cookies sat there for a long time, with the professors sheepishly peering at the treats but never taking them. The student worker told the professors that a tall blonde girl left them, and with a little magic, they decided that the tall chick was me. One of the more mischievous professors said that if everyone just took one cookie, no one could see that too many were eaten.  The rest, they say, is history.

In essence, my plan to be the secret cookie distributor failed — completely. But, my ultimate goal to say thanks to the people who have helped me beyond description was a success.

And, I’ll admit that it was really fun getting to act like Kronk.

Until next time,



One Response to “The “Secret” Baker”

  1. onceamonth4 October 31, 2012 at 1:14 pm #

    You should submit to our Holiday Cookie Contest! Deadline is today! Get your submission in!

    Thanks for sharing! :)

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