Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I made the most amazing buttermilk banana muffins last night.
Yesterday Gary built me a stand, a butcher's block, if you will, exclusively for my KitchenAid mixer. I think he was willing to give up what little empty space we had in our kitchen for such an endeavour because I baked him a pie on Saturday that blew his mind.

Well, I really baked the pie for me, but he doesn't need to know my selfish intentions.
So we cleaned all weekend, and went to ikea, and put the fresh, white sheets on the bed and ate warm stew and biscuits, pie, muffins and waffles and were generally cozy creatures.
I stop myself from wishing that I could be a cozy creature baking muffins all the time, wearing a breezy shirt that reminds me of the bedsheets at my Grandma's, my hair in baby pigtails...because after two periods of unemployment, I know there's no bliss in 'not having to go to work every day' unless you are somehow independently wealthy and can somehow obtain meaning and purpose from muffins.
They were freaking good muffins, but not Life Validating Muffins.
And the line between cozy creature and cabin fever is very, very fine.

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Wedding We're Not Having

Friday, February 11, 2011
Last weekend Gary and I went back to my hometown for the annual Dinner Theatre performance, directed by my mother.

It was our first trip back home since getting engaged, and it was awesome to share our exciting news with everyone. We definitely got a ton of hugs and congratulations and well wishes.

But more than a few people also pointed out to me how surprised they are that we're getting married in my hometown - in a traditional hometown-style wedding.

I guess I disappointed everyone by not showing up in a dress like this:

To a flash-mob wedding in Barbados, where we would get funnnkeh to a Guns and Roses/ABBA cover band.

My bridesmaids would wear hot pink and teal pantsuits, the groomsmen in drag, and everyone would be soaked - nay, pickled! - in gin.

And then we would eat some weird ethnic food.

I guess all that wacky teenage angst I ran around with when I lived there kind of stuck, and people still think I'm weird. Loveable. Awesome. But totally weird.

And now I kind of want to have that wedding.