Hey, dear readers!
Strap in, because do I have a tale for you! Picture this: A serene Monday morning, me in my kitchen sanctuary, poised to tackle the week’s baking orders. Everything is a go, or so I thought until - PLOT TWIST - one sneaky order decided to play hide-and-seek. The mission? A mere 100 cookies needed for a flight to the exotic lands of Brazil. No biggie, right? Wrong!
Strap in, because do I have a tale for you! Picture this: A serene Monday morning, me in my kitchen sanctuary, poised to tackle the week’s baking orders. Everything is a go, or so I thought until - PLOT TWIST - one sneaky order decided to play hide-and-seek. The mission? A mere 100 cookies needed for a flight to the exotic lands of Brazil. No biggie, right? Wrong!
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Fast forward past the flour-storm of emergency baking operations, and there I am, with boxes of artfully iced cookies, ready to overnight ship these bad boys from the Palatine IL UPS fortress. But life loves a good prank, and yours truly fell for the old “they-close-earlier-than-you-thought” gag. Cue the panic, the frantic Google searches, and the cold realization that same-day shipping required a unicorn-level miracle.
So, what’s a dedicated baker to do? Buy a plane ticket, obviously! Because, why not add ‘Cookie Flight Escort’ to my resume?
Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and slightly unhinged, I embarked on my airport adventure. But this wasn’t “Home Alone.” Oh no, this was “Baker Alone,” featuring check-in conspiracies, a security saga over suspiciously delicious cargo, and the grand finale: me, channeling my inner Olympic sprinter, only to face the ultimate defeat - a closed gate.
Internal meltdown? Check. Dramatic restroom pep talk? Double-check.
Not one to be defeated, I switched airlines faster than you can say “buttercream frosting.” American Airlines to the rescue! I breezed through security (they must’ve sensed my cookie escort status), and off I flew, Miami-bound. Cookie handoff? Flawless. My client, probably thinking I moonlight as a superhero baker, accepted her cookie cargo, and off she went.
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But the universe wasn’t done with me! Hotel booking drama, the symphony of Miami traffic (honk, honk, y’all!), a night in damp socks (By the way, did you know airports sell socks? Life-changing revelation!)
Just when I thought I was home-bound, my flight decided to cosplay as a nature documentary, featuring birds in engines and whatnot. Safety first, though, we eventually soared, homeward at last.
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So, dear readers, laugh with (or at) me. This week taught me that baking is full of surprises, I might have a future in logistics (kidding!), and most importantly, passion drives us to do the zaniest, most extraordinary things for what we love.
Moral of the story: Triple and quadruple check your orders. Maybe even quintuple (yes I had to look that one up) your orders!
Until the next adventure - keep it cookie, folks!
With love and a pinch of humor,
Tracy