BAKED

After having a shit-brain week in my non-existent 'amour' department, I spent today tired and sick of being on the internet (...but here I am).
Social networking sites bring out the evils of ridiculous obsession. So, I resolved to stop sitting at the kitchen table to just twiddle my night away on the internet. Yes, I'm here, but I'm standing. At the kitchen counter. See, I needed a chocolate chip banana bourbon bread recipe and so here I am, post-putting-loaf-in-oven.
I needed to come home tonight and pour that bourbon in the batter and pour myself one at the same time. I put on Springsteen's Born to Run and did the dishes while shuffling my feet in the working class way.

(interlude - check out my friend toby's blog: www.tobymarie.com)

Baking is the ultimate 'reality check' I can give myself - what's being made will become something and I make it happen, without trying too hard. Ultimate satisfaction when I feel a bit hopeless in other areas of my life. It makes me want to refuse the refuse.

You should try it some time.