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Low Fat Mexican Corn Muffins
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Further to my comment about the Ryan/Kat thing yesterday, I
realize that this bothers me probably more than it should. Last night I was thinking about why this is, about why I
even care. I wasn't one of the ones who bared my soul to Kat, or considered her wise enough to ask advice of, or
considered her a friend. It would certainly be possible for me to do that--I'm fairly naive, I suppose, in that I tend
to believe that people are who they say they are.
I don't have very many close online friendships. I have a few, and in those cases I have no doubt that I know who I'm talking
to. I could be fooled, though, of course. It seldom occurs to me to question what people tell me unless something
rings so false that my warning flags are raised. That doesn't happen very often because I don't often get involved
to the point where it matters.
I think my feelings about this situation are really more general, and they go back to the impression that a lot of
uninformed people have about the internet. You hear their opinions everywhere after something like the Colorado
high school tragedy--the internet is made up of nothing more than society's misfits, people who can't make it in the
real world. The internet is awash with bomb making recipes, sites where you can buy guns with no questions asked,
and pornography is everywhere you turn and you can't protect yourself or your children from it. The best solution
is simply to pull the plug and walk away.
And no one online is who they say they are.
I don't believe that for a minute, of course. I've never had a bad experience that went farther than annoyance. I've never
felt that I had to question what anyone told me any more than I question what someone tells me in person. Which,
okay, maybe I should question sometimes, too, but I'd prefer to be naive than suspicious.
I guess what it boils down to is that I feel sort of protective of the internet (I invented it, you know. Me and Al
Gore.). It's what I do, after all. It's my job,
and it's my hobby, and it's someplace where, while a mystery to a lot of people, I feel at home. It
bothers me when people take advantage of other people's trust, even if it's something as seemingly insignificant as
a web diary.
I baked last night! I had a recipe that I'd been
meaning to try, and last night I decided to make it to take for lunch tomorrow. So I went in the kitchen
and started getting out mixing bowls and muffin tins and ingredients, and Bob heard me banging around
in there, and came out to investigate. He asked me what I was making, and when I told him, "Mexican
corn muffins," he looked a little disappointed.
I told him that I had a chocolate cake mix, and that I'd make him a cake, but that we didn't have any
frosting (it didn't occur to me that I probably could have made frosting from scratch). He volunteered to
go out and get frosting if I'd make the cake, so, with no special occasion in sight, I ended up baking a
cake at 10:00 last night.
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