The Pie Was the ONLY Thing That Was Hot In That Kitchen

Once again my knack for being wherever hot chicks aren’t manifested itself.
The babe quotient of my cooking class was sadly lacking, even though I was one of only two males in the class.
Of the students, only one was even somewhat attractive. Honestly, she is actually kind of cute, though not quite as cute as she initially appeared, mostly just because upon initial inspection (based largely on how she was dressed), she appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties, but once I got closer I could see some definite lines in her face, indicating that she was more likely in her early thirties.
That isn’t actually a problem, since I'm also in my early thirties, but overall she just isn’t that cute, though I did note that she wasn’t wearing a ring.
Still…meh.
The teacher herself would be cute…if she were cute.
Yes, I know, that seems like an obvious statement, but what I mean is that she’s sort of petite and vaguely pear-shaped in a not unpleasant way, so if she had a cute face, she would definitely be my type.
Unfortunately, that is not the case.
Kathleen speculated that she’s a lesbian, based largely on the fact that she made a reference to a female “roommate.”
However, she does teach for a living, and this is Northern Virginia, so it’s not unreasonable to think that she would have a roommate strictly for the purposes of being able to pay the rent.
Also, at various points she made frequent references to the fact that she's single, though given that it was an overwhelmingly female class, maybe that's more points in favor of Kathleen's theory.
As for the rest of the women, there was Kathleen, who obviously doesn’t count, and several women who were quite a bit older than I am, which led me to wonder how it is that in their multiple decades on the earth they had never managed to pick up any sort of cooking skills…
The class itself was okay, and seems like it may be somewhat informative, so that’s a plus at least.
The teacher said that she had several things in mind for the remaining nine weeks, but she was also looking for suggestions as to any particular items we would like her to cover.
Most of the people seemed interested in baking more than cooking, which is fine, but Kathleen and I were both looking for more of a focus on making meals, not desserts.
We actually started off the class by baking an apple pie.
It ended up being something of a team project, with Kathleen and I teamed up with this other woman, who was nice enough, but who seemed utterly clueless about how to do anything in the kitchen (again, despite the fact that she’s been around quite a bit longer than either Kathleen or I have).
It turned out pretty well, and I was surprised at just how easy it was to make the pie crust.
So hopefully I will manage to pick up a few useful pointers.
The title of Liz Phair’s first album, the one which contains the songs I mentioned yesterday, is “Exile in Guyville.”
Given that she’s the only girl (And yes, I feel that I can call her a girl, since I am older than she is. There has to be some benefit to being the oldest, after all.) working with four guys, that particular title always makes me think of Kathleen (though now in the cooking class I can experience being in the minority).
Fortunately, for her and for us, Kathleen is a pretty good sport, and is not easily offended, so while it’s not entirely a locker room environment at work, none of us guys (particularly not Brian, since he’s her husband) is sweating the company sexual harassment policy too much.
Besides, she can dish it out as well as take it anyway.
In any case, the point is that I found tonight that the relaxed atmosphere at work has sort of skewed my sense of reality (and propriety), and I realized that I had to actually rein myself in.
For example, we were using one of those apple slicing dealies to save time on cutting the apples for the pie. It was kind of a struggle to use it on the apples, though, as they were, as Kathleen pointed out, “too big.”
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I have a standing, stated policy at work of never missing an opportunity to say “That’s what she said,” but just as the words were forming during the class in response to Kathleen's comment, I had to restrain myself.
I did surreptitiously point out to Kathleen that I was letting an opportunity slide, which she was actually aware of anyway.
I have to say that it was difficult.
In any case, I need to get up early in the morning, so I think I’ll wrap things up for right now.