I was at a party about a month ago. I had catered the dessert and knew very few people there. I was also an inconspicuous guest. I was wiped and took up space on the couch. This woman sat next to me. She fondled a cupcake, and held it up to her friend across the room and Soto vocce "these are the best cupcakes I've ever had." Her friend pointed to me and said, there's the baker. The woman introduced herself to me and covered her heart with her hands and praised my almighty cupcakes. The woman and I chatted and she told me she was an international peace activist. Like right up there with the Dalai Lama. Really. We discussed world events, or rather she did.
I interjected very astute opinions like, "Oh what a bloodbath!" I think I said that several times. "Oh what a blood bath!"And "Yep, it's a good thing that guy in the Middle East stepped down." or "it could have been another blood bath." Feel free to use the blood bath retort at your next party. It's a great icebreaker.
Believe it or not the international activist thought this was a very good point, and then she got up to get another cupcake.
As I gathered my trays to leave several Buddhist guests were gathered at the cupcake shrine. They placed there hand over their hearts and nodded their heads in reverence.
"You are doing a great service to mankind".
Humbled and grateful, I answered in my best Brooklyn accent.
"Go on... get outta here."
So I'm not sure what I can do about anything except show up, do the next right thing and more will be revealed. In the meantime, here's some comfort food pics. Wishing you all peace.
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