Would it perhaps be a good idea to call whomever in your ward and say something like, "If you want to pique my interest, cookies are NOT the way to do it. Something like a bottle of Chateau Mouton Baron Philippe 1907 would get my attention."
Doesn't matter if you drink or not - it might get a point across?
Omg, one of my neighbors left a mini bottle of champagne on my doorstep new year's eve with a card. No agenda, just a nice thoughtful gift. Now that's what I want to come home to! I loved it. Not some nasty, sketch, Mormony, all strings attached, baked goods that will give me food poisoning at worst and ruin my diet at best.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/16/2012 10:15PM by goldenrule.
There is like a PLAGUE of this going on. Did we miss an important letter read in Sacrament meeting about the need for members to rain cookies anonymously on inactives? You have my full sympathy.
Well, in our area the focus for the stake is on reactivating those who've gone astray...so, I'm guessing this is it. Who know maybe it was the same backstabber who brought homemade wheat bread a couple of weeks ago.
If you remove them, the giver thinks you have eaten them and are of course very grateful and probably ready to come back into the fold with just a few more offerings. However, if the bread and brownies are sitting rejected and neglected on your porch moldering away, they'll get the message, because no doubt they drive by to see if you have taken the stuff in.
When teenagers my brother & I decided to give an anonymous secret admirer valentines to every girl and every guy teenager in our ward - something like 20 kids. Active/inactive it didn't matter.
Eventually everyone talked and were trying to figure out who did it - we of course gave ourselves valentines too and proclaimed innocence. We also, of course, were the prime suspects.
So we decided to try to get one of our friends busted and take the fall for it. So we brought him in on it and talked him into continuing to deliver secret admirer valentines for the next couple of weeks.
We would call wherever he was going to deliver them and tell them that someone had just dropped another one off at our house. Still they could never catch him.
Finally a couple of weeks later we got desperate and talked him into delivering them in broad daylight. He was worried he would get caught so we convinced him to wear a white bed sheet over his head kind of like a long cape as a disguise. He thought this would do the trick.
Finally I called one of the girls with the usual we've just been valentined. She looks out the window and screams: "Oh my gosh - it's Mike. He's coming. And he's wearing a bed sheet! Ah!!!"
She opens the door when he gets to the porch and he runs away. She's on the phone with me screaming that it's Mike and he's crazy! She describes the bed sheet billowing out behind him as he sprints away.
He comes back and tells us that she almost caught him but is sure she doesn't know who it is based on his disguise.
Mike are you on this board? If so, I'm sorry, I can't remember if we ever told you that we set you up...
You should show up to their house, give them some goodies, and invite them to the next exmo conference, however i wouldnt be supprised if they angrily reject the invitation.
LMAO, you guys crack me up--friends in bed sheet disguises, pot brownies, and the idea of re-gifting these to some random TBM-- hahahaha!
I came home again a little while ago and found a small package attached to my doorknob. Here I was all excited at the possibility that I was loved bombed twice in one day (and was prepared to photograph it for your amusement), but it's just an ad for a roofing company, LOL. Too bad.
The bishop's wife used to bring over chocolate goodies to get me active when I was on my way out. She was a famous, over weight, baker in the ward. Her treats were too many calories for me and my mother didn't like chocolate so I always took them over to my next door neighbor was a chocolate addict. I became neighbor's favorite person. I sure hope she didn't have diabetes!
It is between 1 in 150 to 1 in 200 Americans who cannot tolerate grain proteins (wheat, barley, rye gliadin). For me, a cookie might as well be rat poison. A casserole once landed me in the ER and on prednisone. I would just place a sign on the gate about grain intolerance. It will confuse them.
Side note - these proteins have been connected not just to Celiac Disease but to Autism and other disorders as well.
From now on I'm going to dump this stuff at the church. I will be leaving it at the door the bishop uses to get into his office. I will deliver it saturday night. I don't care what happens to it after that. I don't care what it is, notes, wreathes, food, whatever....it's going back to the church.
I've been tempted to leave them outside to rot, but I honestly hate the mess...I've never thought to ask for something clearly nonmo like wine or cigars...I'm kinda tempted to leave a note on the door that says, "Please do not leave food items on our doorstep. They attract wild animals and ants and will be thrown out anyway."
Although dumping them at church is really wowing me at the moment...
Of course, when I've known who it was from, I've always done the, "Oh, thanks so much; thanks for thinking of us; oh how thoughtful" routine (smile, smile, hug, hug)--while secretly laughing inside knowing that their efforts aren't making a bit of difference in luring me back. It's probably mean. I should just come clean and tell them they're wasting their time. But...
I guess there are no amimals in your neighborhood, no dogs who try to get chocolate any time it is possile, even when we know they are not ever to have chocolate? If my dog had eaten them and got sick, I'd find out who did it and sue them.