COMING OUT TO MUFFIN

I stopped by the Aquaviva’s (a.k.a. Livewater Farm) last Sunday night to retrieve two dozen eggs (we’ve been eating a lot of eggs lately) only to be informed by Muffin Aquaviva, the lady of the house, that she had sold out. The guy in front of me offered to sell me a dozen but my good manners got the better of me and I declined. Muffin went into the house and roughed up eight ugly “odd ball” eggs which I bought from her and she promised to hold two dozen for me the next day. “They’re just flyin’ outta here” she boasted, “but you’re here all the time, I’ll save you some.” I told her that it might be my partner, Liz, that would come to retrieve them instead of me and she seemed struck dumb, somehow deflated. “She’s tall…” I coaxed, thinking her hesitation was her trying to summon a mental picture of my girlfriend. She finally said, “Oh, yes, I…I recognize that…your partner…Liz.” She smiled and shoved my crumpled three dollars in her pocket. As I was walking back to the car, I realized that I had just accidentally revealed that I was gay to my neighbor, my egg and milk retailer, Muffin. When I got back to the car, I turned to Liz and I said, “I think I just came out to Muffin”. We both decided that it was the perfect title for a blog.

In this space, we hope to document our adventures as a gay couple in rural territory - most of the writing will probably revolve around food and our dog.  You will hear more about Muffin.