- Date: Tuesday, December 5, 2006 - 9:30pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Dining Companions: Andrew, Matty, Matt, and Ana
- Recipe Rating: C-
Apparently the other day one of my aunts showed one of my cousins some pictures of my cakes. My cousin Brian's response: "I don't understand why Teena isn't married. She's old enough and she makes such good cake." When my mom relayed this to me, I laughed and laughed and laughed. Clearly, since I was once engaged, at some point I really felt ready to be married. But now, years later, I'm just not in a hurry. In the academic community it is so standard for people to get married rather late that I often forget that many, many people my age are already married. I always find it shocking when people comment on the fact that I am not married. Yesterday at the homeless shelter one of the guests demanded to know why I wasn't wearing a wedding ring. I told her I wasn't married. Her response, "Next week bring in that guy that is sometimes with you and I will tell him to marry you." I told her I didn't think that was a particularly good idea, but she was adamant. As I walked out the door she yelled from behind me, "You better not show up here alone next week!"