poop bag cookies
soooo...we had a cookie exchange this week at work. everybody was to bake about 80 cookies, enough for everyone else that opted in. then everyone brings in a container, and cookies are placed in everyone's container. welllll...i get in there late and everyone's container contains cute little bags of cookies. bags? no one said anything about bags...though i was wondering how my powdered sugar coated pecan balls were not going mess with the other cookies....
dang...what to do??? look in the kitchen for ziplocs. nope. then it dawned on me. brilliant. i ran to my illegally-for-the-day-parked-car (i was *not* going to walk 1/4 miles with 80 cookies. um...and i was running late) and grabbed 8 little black bags i used as car trash bags from my glove box. carefully plopped 10ish cookies in each bag, and tied each one. they looked a little..
.
...so tried to incorporate a hershey kiss...but that didn't work. so i rushed into the conference room and set a bag in each container while trying to ignore snickers directed at the garbage bag cookies.
the funny thing is i remembered afterwards that these are not trash bags at all. they are doggie poop bags that i discover double well as car trash bags.
dang...what to do??? look in the kitchen for ziplocs. nope. then it dawned on me. brilliant. i ran to my illegally-for-the-day-parked-car (i was *not* going to walk 1/4 miles with 80 cookies. um...and i was running late) and grabbed 8 little black bags i used as car trash bags from my glove box. carefully plopped 10ish cookies in each bag, and tied each one. they looked a little..
.
...so tried to incorporate a hershey kiss...but that didn't work. so i rushed into the conference room and set a bag in each container while trying to ignore snickers directed at the garbage bag cookies.
the funny thing is i remembered afterwards that these are not trash bags at all. they are doggie poop bags that i discover double well as car trash bags.