I have been immersed in domesticity these past couple of weeks. I decided to get a handle on my gluten-free baking skills and have begun to compile a recipe book of attempts so that should the occasion arise I wouldn't be reliant on some damned box mix to get me through a birthday party or -God forbid- Christmas. This little adventure has been primarily full of benefits. My roommates and I get to eat a variety of baking like Challah, cinnamon buns, cupcakes, cheese buns, harvest cookies, rosemary-thyme bread and so on and the house always smells like a bakery. Negatives, like the effects of this recent spike in carb consumption, have yet to be seen though I think there might be a sudden renewed interest in the pilates dvds. However, while I have been busying myself in the kitchen I have found myself doing a little self-reflection.
Oh. Man.
So while up to my elbows in cookie batter I have been giving some thought to my current and, I should say perpetual, single "lifestyle". I say "lifestyle" but I really have never made the concious choice to remain single unless you count turning down various middle-aged Latino "gentlemen" who refering to me as "Mama sita" seem content to be mothered for the rest of their lives. Now, I am firmly aware that postings such as the shining example to be found at the start of this blog don't exactly create a frenzie amongst possible suitors just as I'm sure the thought of trying to date someone who will be looking for all that is wrong with you while potentially posting all of your failures and shortcomings for all your mutual friends to see isn't going to draw out the nesessary confidence needed to ask anyone out.
Tricky isn't it?
But hey, I have redeeming qualities and man am I getting good at baking. I am really just shy and neurotic and all that false bravado is just a smoke screen for my insecurities (or something like that). I'm not looking for a "guy" or a "dude" or a "bro". I want a man. So if you should know any or come across one in your daily travels then do me a solid and put in a good word for me, since I'm doing myself no favors. And then maybe when my housemates get sick of homemade bread I'll have someone else to share it with.
