I heard an old wives’ tale that you should bake cookies before curiously nosy visitors traipse through your apartment with dirty feet, open every closet, and sneer at your very purposeful choice of lavender sofa before hastily exiting while every light in the house is still on. Modern day historians translate this hideously judgmental walkabout to be termed an “open house.”
Supposedly that fresh baked smell is meant to conjure up childhood memories for those momentary residents and make them feel like my apartment could be their new home. So far I’ve gone through a batch of chocolate chippers, double chocolate walnut bombs, and a cluster of sugar cookies with kisses and still no good offer on my house. I can’t help but wonder if Baking & Entering should be considered a crime (misdemeanor of course) if they look around excitedly and don’t proffer a bid. Maybe I should start demanding an entry fee to cover the costs of butter and flour? I am literally running out of dough.
My broker, who happens to be a nice guy, told me to just be patient. Most people think New York City is on fire and sellers are desperate to get out this minute, so buyers are looking for a bargain. If I sit tight and wait it out, he’s sure a lovely family will take one look at the big kitchen, ample closet space, great views and think…I bet we could bake some mighty fine cookies together if we lived there. So batter up, people! I’m happy to preheat the oven for you on my way out the door.
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