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!
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.
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.
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