Cookie's Bakery

Bruce Bogtrotter Jr. was a freshman at Wormwood University. After his first day of classes, he worked up an appetite. While on his way to the cafeteria, he passed by the school’s bakery. His first instinct was to slither like a serpent and eat the entire confection. But he himself was no sneak thief. So, he ignored the sweet scents and proceeded to go and get lunch.

While in the cafeteria, he sat with his classmate Chamomile. He had already known her, since her mom, Ms. Lavender, went to school with his dad. Chamomile told Bruce that she was going to the bakery after lunch. Bruce’s mouth began to drool as he thought of the scrumptious idea. It wasn’t long before the two of them proceeded to get their desserts.

As they entered the establishment, the cashier greeted them with a “Welcome to Cookie’s Bakery.” While looking around, they found that there was much to choose from. There were treats like, “Matilda’s muffins”, “Ms. Trunchbull’s truffles”, and “Sweet Ms. Honey Pie.” All were tempting. But none of them drew Bruce near like Cookie’s special. And Cookie’s special was none other than her famous double trouble chocolate cake.

Chamomile had already decided on Matilda’s muffins. But Bruce was still standing there staring at the chocolate cake. “What’s the holdup?” Chamomile whispered. From there, Bruce began to tell her about his family’s chocolate cake recipe. The recipe had been handed down to his dad. And surely, after a while, the recipe would be handed down to him. He had never known any other chocolate cake. Sure, he’d seen them all over. But in his mind, he always thought, “My grandma's is better.”

The cashier noticed Bruce pondering from afar. She came over and said, “Oh boy, another double trouble puzzle.” Bruce was perplexed. So he asked, “What do you mean?” The cashier then explained to Bruce about how many customers would come and stare at the cake. From the inside out, it was decked in chocolate. It had layers of dark and light brown cocoa fudge. The center of the dessert was moistened with fresh sweet butter. And its frosting was rich, thick, and whipped. “Her sweat and blood goes into every cake”, the cashier proclaimed.

With everything in mind, Bruce finally decided that he was going to have himself a slice. Once the cake was in his possession, he wanted to take it straight to his dorm room. Four hours passed, and Bruce still yet to touch his dessert. In the meantime, he managed to do his homework, and his laundry. As it neared dinnertime, he headed back to the cafeteria. He met up with Chamomile, and she couldn’t stop raving about how delightful her muffins were. She then asked Bruce how his chocolate cake tasted.

Bruce whispered, “I haven’t’ eaten it yet.” “Whatttttttt?” Chamomile whispered back to him. “Well, I just don’t think I can do it.” Bruce said anxiously. Chamomile encouraged Bruce by patting him on the back and exclaiming, “You can do it Bruce!” In that moment, Bruce was proud to call Chamomile a friend. But he was still going to have to face the cake when he got back to his room.

Bruce paced back and forth after entering his dormitory. He thought quickly, “Let me call my dad.” With his dad on the line, he began to explain his dilemma. “Dad, it’s too much! I just can’t do it!” “Slow down son! Can’t do what?” Mr. Bruce asked swiftly. “The cake! The double trouble chocolate cake!” Bruce quivered. “Tell me more about this cake son.” Mr. Bruce replied calmly. “I bought a slice of chocolate cake today. And I feel that if I eat it, I’ll be betraying grandma.” Bruce said with much concern. Mr. Bruce laughed and replied, “Son, there’s nothing wrong with eating someone else’s famous chocolate cake. Although, my mom’s recipe is probably better. Still, it’s not like there’s someone in uniform with a whip in their hand standing overtop of you forcing you to eat it.”

Bruce chuckled and responded, “Yea, I guess you’re right.” After hanging up with his dad, he went on to sample the cake. With the slice all gone, he thought, “I must have some more!” He dialed Chamomile’s number. As soon as she answered he told her, “See ya at lunch! And afterwards, Cookie’s Bakery!”