the lovely saturday. a tale of two ladies, a baby, and an oven.

not THAT kind of story, you sick fuck.


One of my co-workers invited me over to her house in Norton in November or December so we could bake bread together. That was obviously several months ago. After having been snowed out twice and holiday-planned out a couple of times as well, we finally got around to it today. It was great! First of all, it was great to get out of the city. She kind of lives in a rural type area that she insists is the boonies, but it's quite residential for boonies, if you ask me. We started a loaf of French bread that eventually turned into hard rolls that are going to be GREAT. While the dough was rising, we made banana bread that turned out wonderfully, and some brownies that also turned out wonderfully. I also got to play with her nine month old baby girl, who is a marvellous little angel who giggles and is curious and smart and terribly cute. Her smile is infectious just like her mother's. I had a great time. We got to talk about some important things, and some not so important things, and we got to bake a whole bunch of important things. MMM. The rolls took longer than we had planned, and since i wanted to be home to eat dinner with Dan, she told me she would bake the rolls and bring some in on Monday. It would have been lovely to stay with her and eat dinner there, but i did not want to wear out my welcome (her husband's father was going over to visit), nor did i want to skip out on a promise to Dan.

Dan and i had a fun time bickering fiendishly like an old couple who can laugh about the bickering, while we kissed and teased each other about our obvious flaws in our arguments. It was great fun. We eventually settled on a plan for the evening, as well as a plan for tomorrow (going to check out some art downtown -- hopefully La Galerie d'Orsay on Newbury Street. But we don't want to have to pay anything, so we'll see.

On the life goals side of things, i brought some flashcards with me on the T to study GRE words, which is good at least, and i dug out the GRE exam book as well.

But i am off to great things. Dan and i ate at this phenomenal Thai place around the corner -- a real prize hole in the wall -- and shared some tofu drunken noodle that was the best i've ever had, and some coconut lemongrass soup. Mmmm.

Time to read another chapter of Wind in the Willows to my lovely Dan.