I’ve basically been checked out for Thanksgiving all week, which means shed some of my hermitude in favor of more interesting pursuits.
Burning More Stuff (Like wood, and my eyes)
You may remember that last week’s curry adventure resulted in me singing a few things. This week I also burned some more stuff, but it was rather more intentional as I was at a bonfire. The night was cold, but the blaze was hot. So hot that I couldn’t look straight at it. Sort of like Captain America.
In a Rare Show of Extreme Domesticity, I Made a Pie
Once upon a time there was this boy I liked, and somehow I managed to convince him that I was good at cooking. The guy is long since out of the picture, but for some reason, I’ve continued to feel a need to keep up this ruse that I’m really good in the kitchen. So instead of doing an easy pudding pie for my ward function, I decided to make a fancy carmel apple pie. I chose to do this despite the fact that I had never actually made a pie before. And the strange thing was, it was good. This is especially surprising because I didn’t actually follow the recipe.
Dating: Applications and Interrogations
Our house has a dating application. It started as a joke. But actually it’s kinda been working for us. Men have filled them out. Dates have happened. Relationships have been formed. Tonight we had an
interrogation interview of one of the men who recently started dating my roommate. Best part of the interview:
Me: If you could pick one and only one super power, what would it be?
Ben: Flying. Straight up.
Carol: You only want to be able to fly straight up?