Is it rude to say that I love daylight savings time? Like, hey guys, I'm not really sorry about that lost hour everyone is complaining about. Isn't it worth it for the sun in the morning? Do you hear the birds, people? Do you see the cherry blossom blooms out your window? Spring is just around the corner. Get up and face the day, as my mother used to say.
What a nice morning. Josie and I ate our breakfast. I had olive bread toast, with smashed avocados, crumbled pistachios, a pinch of sea salt, and a drizzle of olive oil. (The dish is inspired by Cork, a tiny restaurant on 14th street, where these little toasts and a glass of Muscadet can fill you up with happiness until it's brimming out of our pores). Josie had milk, of course. Then she took a nap and I finished Mindy Kaling's book, which made me giggle out loud. So much so that Marcus inquired about what I was reading.
I suppose this happiness is brimming out of my pores because I haven't read a book in ages. I barely make it through my New Yorker, which makes me feel bad. ( I do have time for Pinterest, apparently). I'm not sure where it all goes. Oh, wait, here's the answer.
Josie in her new "receptacle." This thing keeps her occupied for at least an hour.
I promise some real recipes this week. They are all ready to go: mee goreng noodles, Indian meatballs, and kale, rice, and cheddar pie. And, maybe, some salty oatmeal cookies.