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If there’s one thing I wish I were, it’s a better cook.  I like the idea of cooking and I like all the gadgets.  But, I just don’t do a lot of it.  Partly, that’s because as a single girl who lives alone, it hasn’t always felt worth it to cook big meals from scratch with premade spaghetti sauce and some noodles will do.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t cook for friends, or now especially, for My Guy.

Last night, I took a cooking class with the Domestic Goddess.  Cook extraordinaire (the woman makes her own baklava instead of just buying it), I was a little intimidated.  She assured me not to worry, as she has never been a self-proclaimed Domestic Goddess, only a Cheryl-proclaimed one.

I’ve taken classes at this establishment before.  I’ve always enjoyed them.  And while I enjoyed this class, and some of the recipes, and hanging out with the Domestic Goddess, well I have never received so much slack for my eating preferences before.  And it? Was kind of annoying.  So annoying that at one point I turned to Domestic Goddess and whined a bit.

It started out with a girl who, well to be frank, was a little annoying.  DG insists she was drinking before class (wherein we were all free to order wine).  I insisted she was just, kind of odd.  Like she didn’t want to cook or try anything.  Why one goes to a cooking class if one doesn’t want to cook is a bit of a mystery. She only wanted to do one thing, carve a chicken.  But more on that later.

It was a chicken-themed class, and one of the sides to one of the dishes was a prosciutto salad.  Let me lay it on the line for you all: I don’t eat beef or pork because I don’t like them.  I just don’t like pork and I don’t like red meat as I stated a few posts ago: bloody=yuck to me.

And so I skipped the salad.  The instructor asked why and I explained I don’t eat pork.  Now, most people take it in stride when I tell them that.  Especially because it’s just a personal preference.  I’m not avoiding beef and pork because of animal rights–I still eat poultry and fish, after all.  I don’t even care if people grill them together or use the same utensils on them.  I’m never one to inconvenience others by my preferences, meat or otherwise.  So usually it just comes up as more of an interesting fact about Cheryl and we all move on.

Last night, annoying girl heard me say I don’t eat pork and asked “Are you Muslim?”  I admit, I was taken aback by the statement.  No one has EVER asked that.  I have rarely been asked if I’m Jewish.  And honestly, that makes more sense to me.  I guess I think I probably look more ethnically Jewish than ethnically Muslim.  But whatevs.  That’s neither here nor there.  I just wonder why, not eating pork brings someone to an assumption that it has anything to do with religion.  Ok, I can see why because it was clear that I do eat chicken, thus I wasn’t vegetarian but still.

And if it were related to religious beliefs, why a total stranger in a cooking class I’ve spoken about 10 words to in the hour and a half I’ve been sitting next to her feels the need to ask me anything about religion at all is beyond me.  I also didn’t know how to read her.  Would it have been a problem with her if I were Muslim?  In hindsight I almost want to go back say “yes I am,” and throw out the takbir just to see her reaction.  But I digress.

Later as the annoying girl carved the chicken she asked if anyone had preference to white or dark meat.  Now look, EVERYONE I know has a preference for poultry.  White or dark meat, some prefer a wing over a leg.  This is not new, in fact it’s why she asked.  I said I prefer white and after all the fuss (theirs not mine) over pork, was asked by the instructor if I’m a chicken racist. It was a joke, I know (not a good one, really).  But oy! Never have I felt so scrutinized over my eating preferences.  All I’m saying is, it’s a good thing we weren’t having beets.

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The theme for today’s post is: miscellany.

On Thursday, I left the house in a rush so I kind of swept a pair of earrings into my bag, figuring I’d put them on at work.  Around noon I finally remembered to.  I almost always wear earrings, but not when I’m sleeping.  Anyway, I put in my faux diamond studs and noticed about midway through the afternoon that my left ear felt really irritated.  Warm, itchy, anyone with pierced ears probably knows what I’m talking about.

I reached up to kind of rub my ear and felt, below the earring, the hole my left earring goes in.  But let me back up.  In high school, I got a second hole put in each ear.  My senior year I added a third to my left ear.  So in that year and in the beginning of college I had three earrings in my left and two in my right.  Follow?

Senior year of college, I decided that the whole three earrings on one side, two on the other wasn’t so professional.  So I stopped wearing the third earring.  Now I was at two per year.  I’m not sure when exactly I decided that maybe multiple earrings just weren’t for me so I stopped wit the second holes, but I’m pretty sure it was within my first year out of college.  Now, normally if you don’t put anything in a piercing it closes up.  I thought that was the case.  Or at least, I would have thought that after five or six years, it would take some force to get an earring in my ear, other than my “regular” piercing which I’ve had since I was five.    Now my ear is really irritated.  Not surprising since I have apparently re-pierced it.  Also, how weird must I have looked with my earrings all off balance?

For some reason, my blog isn’t feeding into bloglines.  It hasn’t since Dec. 22.  I tried to contact them but they aren’t being responsive.  I wish there was a way to tell bloglines subscribers I am still posting, and apologize, but without the feed working, I’m afraid I’m in one of those rock/hard place situations on this.  So if anyone knows of any bloggers thinking I’m on some sort of hiatus again, please let them know I’m not.  It’s bloglines…

Oh, and when I say you can ask me anything, I mean it.  Any time too, we don’t have to be playing that game.  So, no need to run searches or capture pages on topics that have intrigued you.  Let’s say you’re a reader who for whatever reason, has chosen not to comment, but something piqued your interest.  If there’s something you want to know or say, speak up.  Ok?

Now a favorite game of mine.  No, no.  Not Ask me Anything.  Instead, search engine fun.  So here you go–my response to the search terms leading people to my blog, according to wordpress stats.

“i’m 30 and i don’t own a house”—Yeah, join the club.  No but really, I understand how that is frustrating.  It’s one of those things where it seems like life isn’t shaping up the way you always wanted.  Maybe it brings you down a bit.  It does me sometimes.  But I try to remind myself how lucky I am to have a place of my own to live, even with all it’s problems like only having one closet in the entire place or mice, I’m lucky to have a roof over my head, a place to stay warm and dry and with food in the kitchen.

Plus, I can pretty much guarantee that some 30 year old homeowner out there wants something that you have. As I tend to say, the girls with curly hair want straight hair, and the girls with straight hair want curly.  That’s my version of the grass is always greener.    So there you go.

“4 glasses of wine a night” – A night?!  Four glasses?!  That’s like a bottle a night.  I don’t want to sound all judgey, but maybe some help is in order.  If you’re drinking a bottle of wine every night, I’m just saying… Give your liver a break.  For real, get some help. I won’t deny that there have been a few (stress on the few) nights where I drank a bottle of wine by myself.  But not every night.

“places to run away to” – No, no, no!  Please, unless you’re being abused or neglected, don’t run away.  Even if you are, please get help or seek out a friend or family member to stay with.  But please, don’t run away.  In my experience problems follow you until you deal with them.  Either way, you need to get help for yourself.  Please.  See my previous post on this.

“my uncle demands an apology from me” – Well, without knowing the situation—why he demands an apology, and for what, I can’t really say much on that subject.  But in my experience demanding an apology for any reason is guaranteed to not get you one.  Or, maybe Prudie can help.

“unable to match you at this time” – Someone signed up for e-Harmony!  hang in there.  They’ll have matches for you soon.  That’s what happened with me.

And finally, I’m steeling from Willikat on this next one.  I’ve been in a pretty good mood, overall, in 2009.  But between things in Israel and Oakland, to name just a few, it’s possible we all need some cheering up.  Here’s a list of songs that lift my spirits.  Songs that make it hard not to smile or have a spring in my step.  And if, after  hearing them, I’m still crying or raging or otherwise unhappy, I know it really is not good.

  • Kodachrome by Paul Simon
  • Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes
  • La-Ti-Da by the Icicles
  • Rudie Can’t Fail by The Clash
  • Send Me on My Way by Rusted Root
  • Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da by the Beatles
  • Oxford Comma by Vampire Weekend
  • Valerie by the Zutons
  • Ruby by Kaiser Chiefs
  • Good Morning, Good Morning by the Beatles
  • Flathead by the Fratellis
  • Catch My Disease (That’s the Way I Like It) by Ben Lee
  • The Underdog by Spoon
  • Domino by Van Morrison
  • All Cause of You by The 88

What songs are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face?

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