Sometimes you have a couple of weeks where you’re running around and barely have time to breathe, much time cook. I’ve had a couple of weeks like that as of late. It’s been fun. There was a wedding. There was a visitor in town who was here for a whole week, bookended by two weekends. There was hiking (a bug pooped on me) and night-time farmer’s markets and a stroll on the beach and many dinners out. There was also a lot of sitting in traffic. In the past few months, I’ve started talking about traffic incessantly. I think this is a true sign that I have adapted to L.A.
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Guys, I promise that I’ll stop talking about the bar exam soon. But for now, hear me out on one more thing. During my month of bar leave, I spent a lot of time studying at cafes so that I wouldn’t go crazy cooped up in my apartment, and so that I could have a tiny bit of human interaction even if it was just in the form of ordering a latte. With my laptop in front of me and my bright orange Barbri books spread out on the table, I felt a lot less cool than the aspiring screenwriters around me, but at least I got to eavesdrop on their conversations.
A couple of nights ago, I arrived home to find a small cardboard box waiting for me. It bore the Banana Republic logo, but my address was sloppily handwritten on the outside. Attached to the box was a business card bearing the name of a local bakery. Inside was a flaky, horn-shaped pastry and a card inviting me to celebrate the opening of a new Banana Republic store at a nearby mall.
Look, I’m the last person to advocate using food to address problems. It’s not going to solve anything, you’ll just end up feeling gross, and then you’ll be worse off than you were before.
Which is not to say that I am not occasionally guilty of doing exactly that. But there are certain times when you need to indulge a little. When you’ve spent the last week feeling like you’ve been punched in the gut, when you’ve lost your appetite because your stomach muscles are all balled up, when you feel like one of those cartoon characters with a rain cloud over their head that follows them everywhere – those are the times when you’ve got to be good to yourself. And in this case, being good to yourself means eating one of these decadent brownies. (And buying unreasonably priced shoes. That may or may not have happened.)