I am NO Paula Dean. I mean, STRAIGHT-UP. I am a horrible cook (It doesn't help that I almost throw up when I have to touch raw meat). I can't bake. I hate doing dishes (I gag when I see jank-nasty floating food particles in the water)...I can't make quilts. I can't do anything that a woman is supposed to do. It's so unfortunate. I make jokes all the time about how the guy I marry will have to love me despite the fact that I can't do any of those things. And I pray that I either develop these skills and likings or that he loves doing these things (which that would make me semi-uneasy...Boys aren't supposed to make quilts and scrapbook...I am supposed to do that...)
So, I have decided to attempt to succeed in doing said things, and I pray that I enjoy them. Hahah. I really want to know how to bake (I don't mean the tear-apart cookies in kroger)...
I have been ob-sessed with cake decorating shows lately. I mean, I would rather watch them than breathe. Lies, lies, lies. I like breathing a little better, but put me in front of a tv with Cake Boss or DC Cupcakes, and breathing takes a little more effort b/c my focus is on the craftiness of these people. I covet their abilities.
There, I said it. I COVET their freakin' awesome skills. I want to be them.
I can't help it. If someone asked if I would rather marry Tim Tebow or be one of the girls from DC cupcakes, I would answer with the latter before you could say "icing"...Really, it's that serious. So, here it goes, world. I am off to take up cake/cupcake decorating...I'll let you know how it goes.
Phil aka my awesome brother's birthday is next Sunday...I might or might not let that be an excuse to try to use fondant. Bless it, Lord.
This.is.my.dream.
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