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TIFU by bringing store bought cookies to the office bake sale

Our office does this monthly bake sale thing to raise money for different charities and everyone's supposed to bring homemade stuff. I usually make brownies or whatever but this month has been crazy busy with deadlines and I completely forgot until this morning. Stopped at the grocery store on my way to work and grabbed some fancy looking cookies from the bakery section. They were in a clear container so I dumped them onto a paper plate and brought them in. Figured nobody would notice since they looked pretty professional.

Everything was fine until my coworker Linda asked for the recipe because they were so good. I panicked and said it was my grandmother's secret recipe that I couldn't share. She seemed disappointed but dropped it. Then another person asked about them and I gave the same excuse. But then our office manager Sarah was organizing the sale and asked everyone to write down their item and ingredients for allergy purposes. I wrote "grandma's chocolate chip cookies" and listed basic cookie ingredients hoping that would be enough.

Here's where it got really bad. Linda brought her mom to the office to meet everyone and specifically wanted her to try my "family recipe" cookies. Her mom takes one bite and immediately says these taste exactly like the cookies from Kroger bakery because she buys them all the time. Everyone heard and now they all know I lied about making them myself. Linda looked so hurt and embarrassed in front of her mom. Sarah made some comment about the importance of honesty even for small things. I wanted to crawl under my desk and disappear. TL;DR I know I should have just been upfront about buying them but now I look like a liar over something so stupid.

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