Muddy Valentine

Hay, salamat! Nairaos din!

I'm not going to bash Valentine's Day by yakking on and on about commercialism and how love is so overrated. Skip that part. I've read enough about luuuuvvvv, seen red and pink and all those little hearts and cute little boys in their birthday suit aiming a pink arrow at unarmed and unaware innocents (the poor people!).

The eve of Valentines, I got this urge to bake Mud Pie (brownies with cream and fudge). I had all these Hesheys baking chocolate and flour sitting in my kitchen, and I wanted something to give my EISG/lunch group for Valentines. Actually, I really like doing small stuff or giving little nothings, but lately, I keep forgetting.

I wanted to give one small pan to someone special...Wag na lang. I'm over you na, daba? So, why bother.

It was delicious naman daw (hmmmppph! a very big understatement!) And due to insistent demands (by mom), I baked another batch last night (huhu, dateless na nga, alipin pa!) and managed to set aside something for my BS Singers friends. I gave one to Mami Suzanne and one to Dodong Jojo. I reserved one sana for Direk, but I remembered Papa Mon and Kel weren't able to taste it, so next time na lang sila Direk...When I'm sure hindi sila sasakitan ng tyan!

I've always been worried that something would turn out bad with what I cooked. Either too sweet, or would cause a bum stomach. I worry that the flour, butter and eggs aren't fresh...and even the Vanilla! I'm so pessimistic!

So pessimistic that lately, my life has been a comedy of errors. Ms. Mel and I were really having fun laughing at MY big boos in my ever so dramatic lovelife. And because I can't hide my feelings and lie about things (even to save my pride), I ended up telling my boss (and friend) about it.

Anyway, such is life. I'm a big advocate of living life to the fullest, yet, always the one to be so scared when it comes to matters of the heart. Still, even with my trying-to-be-secretive-tactics, I manage to wear my heart on my sleeves and end up being the fool. Oh well, with love, there is nothing lost...just always, something learned.