Saturday, January 3, 2009


My new shoes are polished for church tomorrow. I have made a decision this new year: though lacking empirical or emotional evidence, I will choose to believe.


I took my Beloved, aka Sweetie, to historic Williamsburg today. While She browsed through a store to Her liking, I sat on a bench in the unexpected sunshine and enjoyed the fragrance of a nearby Marlboro menthol being enjoyed by a Woman as She read a novel at the other end of the bench.

Sensory pleasures: sweet sunshine and the faint fragrance of fine tobacco shared gently, without words, without animosity ...

"Why is it that the only things you ever buy in these places are food?" my Beloved asked me. She had purchased a candle and some decorative doo-dads and stocking stuffers for next year. I was happily cradling a sack of Muscovado sugar and a jar of Zanzibar spice blend.

"Food makes memories," I told Her.

The exotic sugar will be perfect for making a loaf of dark, Grant bread.

I can't stand commercials that show only Women cleaning homes. We are not in the 1950's anymore, and there are plenty of men who vacuum, mop and otherwise help care for the homes they live in.

Likewise, I would like to bounce a brick off the head of whatever advertising moron has recently put out a commercial declaring that "men don't bake."

Like hell we don't. I can chop up a log into kindling, pitch a tent, fix my car or do other supposedly manly chores. And I bake. I can deeply appreciate a fine set of swaying Feminine glutes gliding past me or, more appropriately, the charms of my own Beloved. And I bake.

In fact, I find a man fearful of his own kitchen to be quite pathetic.

I tried out a new bread recipe the other day but failed to take a picture. It was a rich, whole wheat, British granary cob, round as a pillow and crusted with cracked wheat.

Guess I'll make it again and record the evidence.

We are home with our treasures -- the ones we bought and the ones in memory.


Lone Grey Squirrel said...

I have to say that I can't bake! I can cook but I lack the faith in putting something into an oven cause I feel powerless to influence the outcome after that. With cooking, you can still rescue a mistake but not baking.

I am glad you have decided to try church this year. Let me know how it goes. I believe that if you are earnestly searching with an open heart, God will not be silent. My faith in that is so much more than my faith in baking! :)

citizen of the world said...

My ex cleaned and changed diapers and took care of the kids and was an excellent cook. Of course those commercials are stereotypes. And yet, I hear it day after day from patients - there are still many, many men who do not lift a finger around the house. We still have a way to go.

kat said...

I am happy for you!

Janice Thomson said...

Because so many countries still have their women tied to the dark ages it probably will be some time yet before any household responsibility is shared equally.

Good luck with Church...

Eastcoastdweller said...

Lone Grey: If you are cooking, then you have won half the battle at least!

Citizen: Such non-finger lifting men should simply be allowed to go extinct, by attrition, by being utterly unable to find any Woman who will put up with them or pass on their genes.

Kat: Thank You!

Janice: Any country that does not fully allow its Women Their freedom and opportunities to fulfill Their amazing potential, is a country that is wasting half its talent, half its resources.

The power for community change, of the micro-loans now being shared primarily with Women in developing countries, is proof of that!

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you, by the way!

kat said...

my resolution is to cook now that I have a new stove

and I am hoping for instruction/recipes from you ECD to try here

kat said...

when I posted this I thought that you especially, ECD, would enjoy it .... the mouth would salivate!