Yesterday afternoon, I had the strangest encounter with a door to door salesman. The doorbell rang unexpectedly, and even though I knew this usually portended someone advertising vacuum cleaners or a magic stain remover, I always feel beholden to open the door just in case it's a neighbor or a small child fundraising. Thus resigned, I tugged the door aside to reveal a man in an AT&T Telephone Company shirt squinting at a large clipboard. Glancing at me, he read my name from the clipboard in an enquiring manner, so I answered in the affirmative... and he then proceeded to stare at me openly and unabashedly.
Finally, he broke the silence: "but...you're a girl."
Somewhat taken a back, I answered simply "um, yes..."
"But," he continued to stammer, "I, I thought you'd be some big Spanish dude."
I resisted the temptation to explain to him that words and names ending in the letter "a" are, in Spanish, typically female, not male. Instead, I simply attempted to recover my composure, and settled with "well, no..."
He continued, however to insist that he might be dealing with an instance of mistaken identity. "I thought," he persisted, "I thought you'd be some big Spanish dude... with a ponytail."
Perhaps AT&T needs to reevaluate their sales training protocol?
After sending the unfortunate salesman back down the driveway as rapidly as politely possible, the only reasonable response seemed to be to head straight for the kitchen to bake bread. Simple, unflustering, nourishing, slightly sweet and pillowy soft bread. At least some things always make sense... :-)
Somewhat taken a back, I answered simply "um, yes..."
"But," he continued to stammer, "I, I thought you'd be some big Spanish dude."
I resisted the temptation to explain to him that words and names ending in the letter "a" are, in Spanish, typically female, not male. Instead, I simply attempted to recover my composure, and settled with "well, no..."
He continued, however to insist that he might be dealing with an instance of mistaken identity. "I thought," he persisted, "I thought you'd be some big Spanish dude... with a ponytail."
Perhaps AT&T needs to reevaluate their sales training protocol?
After sending the unfortunate salesman back down the driveway as rapidly as politely possible, the only reasonable response seemed to be to head straight for the kitchen to bake bread. Simple, unflustering, nourishing, slightly sweet and pillowy soft bread. At least some things always make sense... :-)
Yogurt Raisin Bread
2 eggs
1/3 cup fat free blueberry yogurt
2/3 cup 1% milk
2 tsp vanilla
1/3 cup applesauce
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder
1/8 tsp salt
1 cup raisins
~ Preheat the oven to 325 degrees. Coat a 9X5" loaf pan with cooking spray and flour.
~ Whisk together the eggs, blueberry yogurt, milk, vanilla, and applesauce until well blended.
~ Stir in the flours, baking soda, baking powder, and salt until just combined.
~ Fold in the raisins.
~ Scoop the batter into the loaf pan, and bake for 45 minutes - until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Turn the bread into a wire rack to cool, or simply serve the bread nice and warm, right away... :-)
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