Fat Tuesday, Indeed
Or, as Sammy Rhodes calls it, "Big-Boned Tuesday." [*Warning: I'm about to talk about food as usual.] And when I say fat, it's because we made croissants (from scratch! ye-uh) in class today. Was it a labor of love, or what. I don't remember loving a food so exquisitely as I did love those beautiful croissants this morning. And in such a variety! -- original/black forest ham with melty, oozing Gruyere/pain au chocolat that nearly caused me to reapparate back to Paris in an instant. Like, this food has a SHAMELESS pound of butter just distributed all up in it, and eating it for breakfast is encouraged. With greasy fingers and flaky crumbs all down my front, I found incandescent contentment, if fleeting, at that. I mean, if food were my friends, I would marry it and then ask it to simultaneously be all of my bridesmaids and my wedding cake, that's how much I love it.
This video is about bread, and it's so beautiful, I could cry. People who love me will go watch it.
And since today was Tuesday, that means that yesterday was Monday, which means that FHE did happen, and I was asked to blindly participate in a dating game. Oops. Did I get ready for this FHE like I knew that potential dates would be involved? Nah. Second-day hair, an oversized cardigan, some jeans I found at the bottom of my pants drawer, and makeup....maybe? So that happened. In front of two combined singles' wards, I, along with 2 other girls, was asked questions like "what lullaby would I sing this *possible eternal companion* to sleep?" and "what animal we would ride into battle?" (Sexy Back; a camel) Before the game even began, I knew I wouldn't be chosen. Stuff like that doesn't really happen to me, and I'm okay with that. So my angle was snark and sarcasm instead. And it's possible that I used the word "audacity????"' I obviously didn't get the date, but that was nbd. I saw the guy's friends in the audience holding up fingers to indicate that he should choose contestant #2 anyways, and I couldn't have cared more. Or less. While the game continued for a few more rounds, Girl #3 and I sat in the back, making witty comments to each other about the night's proceedings while watching Boy and Girl #2 canoodle in their folding metal chairs. 'Twas meant to be, perhaps. And then I ended the night flirting with missionaries (obviously) and drowning my social apprehension in an In & Out shake and fries...at 10:30 on a night before I had to get up at 5 the next morning, just like every other day of the week. But, other things are maybe happening. I don't mind walking boldly up to a person (guy) I've never met and generating a conversation out of thin air and sarcasm. And church is usually where that occurs. But don't worry, Mom. I'll casually give out my number during Testimony Meeting in a few weeks. OR, come to think of it, I haven't met my HTs yet. Maybe they'll take me to the temple. Fingers crossed.
This video is about bread, and it's so beautiful, I could cry. People who love me will go watch it.
And since today was Tuesday, that means that yesterday was Monday, which means that FHE did happen, and I was asked to blindly participate in a dating game. Oops. Did I get ready for this FHE like I knew that potential dates would be involved? Nah. Second-day hair, an oversized cardigan, some jeans I found at the bottom of my pants drawer, and makeup....maybe? So that happened. In front of two combined singles' wards, I, along with 2 other girls, was asked questions like "what lullaby would I sing this *possible eternal companion* to sleep?" and "what animal we would ride into battle?" (Sexy Back; a camel) Before the game even began, I knew I wouldn't be chosen. Stuff like that doesn't really happen to me, and I'm okay with that. So my angle was snark and sarcasm instead. And it's possible that I used the word "audacity????"' I obviously didn't get the date, but that was nbd. I saw the guy's friends in the audience holding up fingers to indicate that he should choose contestant #2 anyways, and I couldn't have cared more. Or less. While the game continued for a few more rounds, Girl #3 and I sat in the back, making witty comments to each other about the night's proceedings while watching Boy and Girl #2 canoodle in their folding metal chairs. 'Twas meant to be, perhaps. And then I ended the night flirting with missionaries (obviously) and drowning my social apprehension in an In & Out shake and fries...at 10:30 on a night before I had to get up at 5 the next morning, just like every other day of the week. But, other things are maybe happening. I don't mind walking boldly up to a person (guy) I've never met and generating a conversation out of thin air and sarcasm. And church is usually where that occurs. But don't worry, Mom. I'll casually give out my number during Testimony Meeting in a few weeks. OR, come to think of it, I haven't met my HTs yet. Maybe they'll take me to the temple. Fingers crossed.
Okay, I watched your bread video. That's 5 minutes of my life I'll never get back. No, I love that you love bread so much. You probably look at bread dough like I do at my sleeping children.
ReplyDeleteContinue to be snarky and sarcastic, if a man can't handle it he's not worth your time anyway.
The video WAS beautiful! It made me want to be a baker--like a profesh one. I bake cookies constantly so I consider myself sort of a baker.
ReplyDeleteAnd yay for going to FHE and generating conversations out of thin air : )
Your description of the croissants made my mouth water! Watching the bread-making video reminded me of when I would read to you from Little House on the Prairie, so in-tune with the basics of life.
ReplyDeleteI watched the bread video and wanted to weep.
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