change of venue

This weekend I will be baking over 200 cupcakes.  I’ve done it before – no big thang.  It’s mostly a pain in the ass because my kitchen is rather small.  Enter Old Dude.  Since I will be at his house Saturday night for dinner and the private celebration of the deal he closed this week, he has offered me the use of his kitchen.  Obviously I haven’t seen it yet, but he says it’s big and would make my life much easier than maneuvering through my own small space.  This sounds like heaven to me, and I’ll venture to say that it would be heaven for him to watch me bake.  Just gotta make sure he doesn’t try to steal my recipe!

I’m a little hesitant knowing how much stuff I’ll have to take with me, but he’s assured me that he would take care of getting everything into the house.  Other than that it does make perfect sense to have room to spread out…and to be able to actually work in a real kitchen…and to be able to put Old Dude to work doing my least favorite cupcake task – putting boxes together!

It was funny yesterday that I kinda dreaded my date with Old Dude last night, but I was pushing through the dread, sucking it up.  For some reason the thought of kissing him just wasn’t working for me.  I mean we kissed plenty after our date last Friday night, but for some reason I had a mental block.  When I saw him all that dread went out the window and I was reminded why I found him attractive in the beginning and how much fun he is.  I needed that.

Now I’m ready to bake.  And eat whatever he throws my way!