Do you ever take a moment to reflect upon what you’re doing at any given time and find yourself thinking things like, “Wow. I never thought I’d find myself spending a year in Malawi with the Peace Corps!” Or, “This is absolutely insane. I’m about to sign my name on this release form at which point network executives will have full authority to edit everything I do and say for the next four months however they maliciously see fit in order to procure the highest ratings.”
My moment came about ten minutes ago as I was readying my camera to take a photograph of the banana bread I’d just baked, a photograph that I would then e-mail to my mom along with a message saying something along the lines of, “Look what I did on my Saturday night!” So, yeah. I realized that I’m swiftly turning not into the extremely cool, edgy woman I assumed I’d be, and instead into…I don’t know. A pathetic, bread-eating woman who listens to Rod Stewart at a reasonable volume so as not to disturb the neighbors she occasionally hears having sex next door. I’m becoming that aunt who you see on the holidays. She always has crumbs on her improperly buttoned shirt and she’s alarmingly out of touch with current events and popular culture.
Okay, I don’t really think I’m that far gone, but there is still some cause for concern. But, seriously–the bread turned out really good. I’m not going to force you to look at it, because that would be a new low for me, but if you want to look at how awesome my banana bread turned out… click here!