And what would the winner's title be?
I submit we'd mail our goods to Bakker's family, especially if we don't tell him first 
. Maybe include a single sentence "and baked goods came swirling down".
What a hilarious annual tradition that would be.
You know how to make me smile, Wilshire - you're awesome! We have to come up with something REALLY clever tying "Bake" and his last name ( you're on to it now, just need to go one step further ) - Beard! Where the hell are ya?!
And not telling him is hilarious - it would make him paranoid someone's out to poison him ( or at least it would me, all this anonymous baked goods shipped to my front door step ). I imagine next day shipping ( need to eat them fresh! ) to Canada from the US would cost me some coin, but it would be so worth it to have the Bakker family worship me after partaking in what they will consider communion given the holy nature of my cookies' enchantment. No kidding, true story, my father ( rest his soul ) was typically honest in his "judgement", even with family, so his compliments were rare, but when he bit into one of these beauties, he told his wife ( my mother ) "Barry's been poaching God's cookie jar". Er, I mean he said Tao Horror ...
