Lovely memories from freshman year of high school: I distinctly remember loving getting out of 7th period [ha! what a joke...how did I ever make it through such a long school day?!] and being super excited because every week, on multiple days, clubs would be outside of the auditorium after school selling random sweets, snacks and drinks to the delight of the fat-kid-who-loves-cake inside of me. Oh wait, that's outside of me too. Hehe, anyway...so while it was common to grab a pearl milk tea at jacked up prices, it was even more common to see clubs having bake sales. Now, these bake sales disappeared during what must have been my sophomore or junior year.
As part of CHEF Club, I was so excited to be on leadership and organize hosts of bake sales! I love baking! I love getting other people fat around me and consuming the flour and sugar I lovingly tossed into the oven! Baking cheesecake was our THING for club day! So why in the name of Mister Bunbury did this end? Well my friends, IT happened. IT, being bureaucracy. Red tape from administration informing me that we could not make our own cheesecake for club day, and could not have a bake sale fundraiser. Apparently they were worried we were going to poison the poor kids...or something along those lines. Maybe around finals time, they wouldn't have minded if we did. [I kid you...]
So, this was pretty upsetting to me in high school...all I wanted to do was bake cookies, make homemade lemonade and feed it to the masses.
Fast forward to today. I heard it again. I was mildly day dreaming [while still listening of course] during announcements at the end of choir practice and I heard the following utterance of blasphemy: "We will be selling Diddy Riese cookies instead of baking our own cookies for the bake sale fundraiser because apparently the school won't allow us to sell things we bake ourselves."
I'm sorry, WHAT? For some reason this brought back all the sorrow that I had from high school from not being able to cook and bake our own things to sell. We're not going to poison anyone, we promise.
I'm upset because all this red tape detracts from the fun of bonding while baking, and being proud about being selling something you made by yourself! When we were kids, my brother and I used to sell homemade lemonade on the sidewalk at 25 cents a cup. And aside from that one time that my brother decided he didn't like his lemonade with sugar and decided to omit this key ingredient, I was proud that people enjoyed what we made. In today's world we rely so much on manufactured goods [and don't get me wrong, I love Diddy Riese] that we don't recognize the sugary goodness that can be made by our own hands. Instead we shell out a few dollars for some gas and store bought cookies.
So to everyone involved in this evil attempt to destroy the classic bake sale, I beg you to stop! I promise to bake you cookies and they won't make you sick :)
Really? I feel like I remember the wrestling team selling baked goods after school during junior year, at our meets, and at tournaments.... Perhaps I'm just crazy or we did it in some sneaky illegitimate way, but yeah bureaucracy is a fail.
ReplyDeleteyou can bake for me anytime. it just won't be a bake "sale," but a bake donation.
ReplyDeleteDear Andrew,
ReplyDeleteMy goal in life since 7th grade has been to make you fat. I will succeed one day. I will lace cookies and cakes with lard, and shove them down your throat until I see some flab.
<3 Chanel