Owen Peters

( Owen Peters )

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I didn't really work on a lot of wedding cakes while I was in France because there wasn't much demand from them at our patisserie. Here's different. People are always getting married in town and while I think I make a great cake, I need to step up my game.

What I'm saying is, I'll be making and frosting a lot of practice cakes. So if anyone wants to eat them...

By the end of April I'll have been back in the states for a full year. It's something I was very much aware of the first few months after I got back, but I guess somewhere along the line I stopped keeping track.

I guess I'm getting used to being home? I did miss it. Even more than I miss Italy right now...and that's saying something.

Blocked from Everett and Betty

I need to move.

I haven't been to work in days. So what have I been doing with my time instead? Baking. Baking and not getting paid for it. But I'm getting so bored. I didn't expect this to happen, but here I am.

I also wasn't expecting to run through Everett's entire supply of sugar. And vanilla extract. And flour. And some other things that I forgot at this point.

The kitchen is full of baked goods. Too bad I can't give them away.

But in other news I think I've finally perfected my canelé recipe.




help.

I always forget how busy it is working in a bakery-type place around Christmas time. It was freakishly busy in France too, and I had fewer people working with me there. So I guess I'm doing better off over here. I do miss France, though...

Speaking of Europe, Everett got me a Christmas present of sorts. I am now officially divorced. So that's one less thing I have to worry about. It feels like it's closing that whole Europe chapter of my life though, and I don't feel really great about that.

You've been acting really kind of weird lately. Is anything up?

So my sister's in a coma.

I'm sitting on a hospital bed and I can't do anything but sleep and eat and not see my sick relatives.

On top of that, I heard two people died yesterday. Did you guys hear that?

This... really fucking sucks. More than most things.

I saw your brother's post. Cops? What happened? Are you okay?

Everett's house is a nice place. Really big. I like living there, but I also feel a little out of place. And Betty is so off-putting and obviously doesn't like me. I've got a steady job going at the bakery. Maybe I should move out. Anyone got any apartment recommendations?

So if you haven't heard, I've acquired a job. My job is in a bakery filled with women. I've never felt more out of place in an English-speaking country. The estrogen levels in this place are insane, especially since one of the women is pregnant (hi, Alex) and I'm no doctor but I think that means even more estrogen.

Don't get me wrong, I like working there (and getting to hang with Alex), but it's just...an interesting environment.

Heritage! Salut! Long time no see! Guess who's back today, much like Jesus?

This guy, Owen Peters. Remember me? I've been overseas for a long ass time, but I have returned. I've almost returned, actually, because I'm currently in the Portland airport waiting for a shuttle to take me to Parsons.

So, how's everyone been doing for the past six years? You should give me updates.

And can anyone give me a ride from Parsons to Heritage in a few hours? Thanks. ;)