Two days ago, during my college painting II class, my professor announced that his birthday was coming up on Thursday. He mentioned that in order to butter him up, we might bring him some cookies. When I got home later that night, I told my boyfriend that I was going to bring him some cookies, to which my boyfriend had the fantastic idea of instead bringing in a painted version of the sweet treat. On Wednesday night, I baked up an oil painting of a cookie for approximately two hours until I nearly fell asleep at the workspace. I fell asleep quite quickly that night. When I woke up and “opened the oven,” I realized that the painting was half-baked and needed more time.
I brought the canvas to school with me, and set off on a journey during my break after first period. Tornado warnings blared around me, car accidents blocked my route, yet I persisted on my quest for Crumbl cookies. I arrived at the facility where real cookies are made, and chose a selection of four different flavors, including Oreo birthday cake, confetti cake, peanut butter and Snickers, and milk chocolate. They came out looking wonderful, and survived the ride back to school.
Once I arrived at school, however, things took a turn for the worse. In my haste, I attempted to conceal carry a box of Crumbl cookies and their fear they all merged into one massive cookie Frankenstein. Even still, I persisted, and made the grand reveal of the cookie painting, to my professor’s surprise. He seemed pleased as the sight of the painted cookie instantly cures hunger. As his excitement waned I had to keep the party alive so I ran over to the box of Crumbl cookies, and revealed them to the teacher and another student, and to our surprise, we found all four of them huddling in a corner together, scared out of their minds. We laughed and they were eaten.
Another student brought homemade cookies, which were gluten and dairy free, and they were a delicious treat. After the sugary sustenance, I painted a picture of an apple in order to get enough fiber in and then set off to finish “baking” the cookie painting. After another hour of painting, it was finally done, the chocolate chips were gooey and the dough was golden brown. Finally, I signed it and sent it off with it’s new owner. All in all, this day was sugary sweet and totally wholesome.
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