Our office has an annual cookie exchange every year. Being that I was raised on LI, I was fond of representing New York at the office (among all my Marylander co-workers) and submitting Black and White's for my offering.
While I was motivated to do my level best to represent, my intentions never fully carry the day as my baking skills, unlike my cooking skills, suck. As in big time. Truth be told, my co-workers weren't big fans of it either. I needed a new strategy this year and one that did not involve me staying up til 1 am baking or alternatively, accidentally poisoning any of my co-workers.
Perhaps I cannot bake well because it is a reflection of my imprecision toward most everything I do. I do things well most of the time, but with my own little flair. Baking requires precision; following direction to the letter. And, well, I'm just never down with that level of precision when handling food most of the time because, well, it has to do with food and food shouldn't be so demanding and get all bitchy like that.
This year I "baked" my cookie submission 10 minutes prior to being due at the office at, of all places, Shoprite! Why the supermarket? I find I'm most successful when I have professional level tools to work with and a stress free (and Fat Paulie free) environment. I was just as surprised as anyone else to learn that ShopRite is, in fact, an all service supermarket. No, correction, ShopRite is telepathic. Because when I arrived to "bake" my cookies at 10 mins before I was due in at the office, why those angels had already anticipated my every wish and had those macaroons all freshly bundled and ready to go for me.
One complaint, however, I didn't really like their choice of packaging as it wasn't personal enough or labeled with my co-workers names - ShopRite had placed all my cookies on one giant tray. Thinking quickly on my feet I hurried over to Aisle 5, snagged just the most adorable bows and bags and sailed through the check out line. After divvying up 6 macaroons per exchange participant, I was back at the office and ready for the festivities.
While this may have been the first year that I didn't bake the Black and Whites, I believe I still represented my peeps from NY if nothing else but in spirit by whipping up the most delectable macaroons in none other than a New York Minute.
Ho, Ho, Holla!
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