Of course the pastry boys are gay..

Yesterday, while purchasing a sympathy sweet, if that's a thing (I thought a big creamy bite of a dulce de leche pastry would absolve the death of my host mom's tio, which by the look on her face did for a minute), the woman who picked out the round morsel oozing of caramel laughed at me when I asked her if she baked the sweets. "Of course not," she said smiling in mutual understanding with the woman across the room. "The women work in the front, and the men bake." She then paused, thinking if she would tell me why she was laughing. She did. "They're all gays, like in the salons, all the pastry makers are gay." I then looked up to catch one of these guys walking through the double doors to the kitchen, sporting a clean shave, pressed pants, and a face that could be in a Prada campaign; I knew she wasn't kidding.