Smells like desperation.
When an invite is extended to a Christmas party, my initial instinct is to bake enough cookies to fill a small UHaul. When an invite is extended to a Christmas party in a country that doesn’t believe in ovens, my second instinct is to kludge it ‘till it works. Presenting My Colombian Oven™, made possible by an abandoned (inverted) electric griddle, judicious buttering of a skillet and a gas stovetop.
Pan-sized chocolate chunk cookie not included.