Curvy Girl's Guide to Reinvention

Marisa and I have been friends since we were both living in rent-stabilized walk-ups in New York City.  Since then we have watched one another build careers, get married, have kids, gain weight and lose weight. Now we are both in our 30’s, with houses and car seats, standing at the proverbial crossroads. 

In times of crisis we have both been known to treat a pint of ice cream as a single serving container.  Who hasn’t?  (No really, who hasn’t?)  But this time, we’ve decided that instead of eating our way to a solution, we are going to bake.  To be more specific, we are going to bake cakes in a jar.  Why?  Because they are fun, they have a shelf life of 6 months (so you can always have one on hand in case you’re feeling rejected/hormonal/celebratory/hungry), and they beg to be eaten with a spoon right from the jar.

Once upon a time, back when we had answering services instead of cell phones, Marisa left me a message saying that she had an opportunity for us to make $100 cash on the 4^th of July.  I just needed to meet her on the corner of Broadway and 87^th Street where a white van would pick us up and drive us to New Jersey.  Where in New Jersey, she wasn’t sure.  I agreed even though it went against everything I was taught about getting into cars (or plain white vans) with strangers.  But we were using the buddy system.  What could go wrong?

The story has a happy ending.  We got paid.  And fed. And delivered back to Broadway and 87^th Street without compromising our virtue.

That’s what this adventure feels like right now. The big white van is waiting.  I’m not sure where it’s going to take us, but I bet there will be a good story to tell when it’s all said and done. 

So hop on board.  Follow us as we navigate marital changes, geographic changes, and career changes, all while trying to reinvent ourselves…one cake at a time.