My Very Own Housewife

It takes a certain type of person to be convinced they will spend the rest of their lives alone at 27. I am exactly that sort of person.  When my boyfriend and I broke up for the eighth and final time I found myself miserable and lost like millions have before me. Although I miss him, the aspect of loneliness which concerned me the most was losing my newfound adulthood.  In my single life I'm a whiskey swilling, chain smoking, trash talking broad.  Late and hung over at work, fashionable but wrinkled, and with an unkempt house.  I survived on take out and ramen.  After almost a year of being on time, productive, mostly clean, and enjoying home cooked gourmet dinners with the person I loved most, my former life looks about as glamorous as my former eating habits. Normally after a break up you could find me at the bar.  Surrounded by a cadre of men, attempting to validate that it was indeed his loss. This time I find myself afraid.  Afraid that I will lose all the adulthood I've worked so hard to cultivate over this last year.  Without anyone to appreciate the clean house, fine linens, or fancy dinners how the hell was I going to continue that lifestyle? After a week of takeout and trashy television marathons, tonight I finally woke up.  To hell with him.  To hell with being alone.  He was never nearly as excited about the homemade ricotta as I was anyway.  He couldn't even pronounce ricotta.  So this is my first post as my very own housewife.  I am going to continue this life I've started.  Continue to do the things that bring joy and order to my life whether or not there's another person here to marvel at how amazing I am or am not, more often.  Tonight I became my very own housewife.  Sure I cried like hell doing the dishes, because he always did them.  But the dishes didn't seem to mind and they sparkled just the same.  This blog will be an account of the recipes I try and blunder and try and succeed, the miserable attempts at ironing, but mostly an attempt to honor the domestic without being domesticated.  So for my first post I bring you this delicious carrot cake recipe from another of my favorite blogs.  Half way through the mixing process I realized I only had half the sugar and flour, but as I added the wet ingredients it turned out this was perfect and I recommend you do the same.  The cream cheese icing was to do die for but not to be attempted without an electric mixer, which I did.  As much as I enjoyed a little time to identify with the original Betty Crocker, cooking without electric appliances is a misery we don't need to endure.  

Pictures to come soon. . .