Cookie Bandit

So on Tuesday I had to work at 11. When I got in one of my coworkers informed me that some one had dropped off a plate of cookies for me. This was a nice surprise at first. So I looked them over trying to find a card or a note or some clue as to who they were from. I found nothing. My coworker let me know the it was a man that was not too old not too young, not too tall not too short, not too thin not too fat, with dark hair, no facial hair, no glasses and wearing a maroon shirt. So I have called just about every one I know being so super paranoid and I am not finding my cookie bandit. SO you know who you are and... I WANT THE RECIPE! Did i mention they were the best cookies I have ever had, even if they were poison, they were great.

P.S. Roger took 10" off the back of his hair. They left Tuesday morning for TX. they will be greatly missed.