At 2 AM this morning, I woke up with an idea for my 2013 New Year’s resolution. Drink more water. Even at that groggy hour, I knew it was perfect, just vague enough to give me a shot at accomplishing the goal. All I need to do is “more.” I love the Kierkegaard quote above because it’s not tied to outcome. It’s fluid and hopeful. Thanks to all of you for being a rich and hopeful part of my 2012. For the New Year, I wish you an ongoing sense of the potential.
Illustration by Lisa Congdon
Apart from my dessert, which was an epic fail, Christmas dinner was lovely, with wonderful friends. I tried to make Budino, a fabulous butterscotch pudding from one of my favorite restaurants. I’m an experienced baker, so I was stunned that I couldn’t get this dessert to work. In fact, I tried twice and in between had to scramble to find an open market on Christmas morning to buy more ingredients. Today, I searched online to see if anyone else had trouble making the recipe, and learned that there’s actually a mistake in the cookbook. I’m relieved it’s December 26.
Tell us about your Christmas. What were the highs and lows?
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I find this one of the more challenging weekends of the year. As everyone shifts into festive holiday mode, it’s hard not to feel the pressure to be merry. In an earlier post, I outlined my strategy of plunging headlong into cooking, which is what I’ll be doing in the coming days. But I still have a few holes in my social calendar. I might head for the movies or a museum. In any case, I appreciate your cyber company, and wish you all a sparkly weekend.
Determined to contact at least a few men a week on Match.com, I’ve had to broaden my horizons and by broaden I mean emailing those I’m not thoroughly drawn to. Take geographic location, as an example. Los Angeles is sprawling and I’m not inclined to want to date someone who lives too far away (with the exception of two exes who lived in other countries) partially because of the inconvenience but also because in what neighborhood we set down roots says something about us, or so my thinking goes. Last night, in the spirit of expansiveness, I sent a quick note to someone who would require me getting on a freeway and who I wished was a little cuter. What really burns me is receiving the “thanks, but no thanks email” from him this morning. Time to go hug a couch.
Illustration by David Shrigley
Three years ago, I invited several friends to my home for an extravagant Christmas dinner, which remedied a number of anxieties. It gave me something festive to focus on during the lead up to the holidays, kept me busy prepping on Christmas Eve, and when the big day arrived, I was assured of good company and a home-cooked meal. And so, a new tradition was born. This year, I’m using recipes from Sunday Suppers at Lucques. How are your holidays shaping up?
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