from stone and honey.
sometimes you are having a really really rough few weeks and someone pulls through and makes you the best chocolate chip cookies ever conceived.
and then you eat one (six) and round the curb from despair to tiny, glimmering, hopeful thinking.
ps: this particular baker is ridiculous in the kitchen. wonderful product, but ingredients everywhere
i am chomping at the bit for next, that seductive idea.
in the meantime, let us partake of the current counter-progressive to houston’s unflaggable steam-engine determination to strangle my spirit:
i can’t wait to listen to all of these songs in what i have begun to equate as oppidan- not curling heat and simmering attitudes, but an upturned eye, a relaxedly determined mien, and a lightness in the ball of the toe.