The happiest birthday (one day late) to my favorite sister. 🎂🎂 Love you, Reen!
This is the cover of LUCKY PEACH 7: The Travel Issue.
It is on its way to your mailbox, your local bookstore, the Whole Foods, the prison library, wherever it is that you and the Peach usually meet up. (You can also buy it directly from us here.)
What is inside? SO MANY WORDS! Maybe our MOST WORDS EVER. Smart words about snake eating from Philip Gourevitch! Handwritten words about The Most Beautiful Taco Bell in the World from artist Jason Polan. A sidebar about the relationship of smuggled sausage and Jonathan Gold’s dirty laundry. Fiction from Jack Pendarvis, one of the geniuses who writes for Adventure Time, which may or may not be the only thing Anthony Bourdain watches on television any more. There are pictures and drawings, too!
p.s. The cover was created by Christopher Boffoli/art directed by Walter Green. If you like the idea of big food and tiny people, you will find Christopher’s work & website DELIGHTFUL.
Today, in thing I really want.
A lotta lot.
Buttermilk and huckleberry and lemon curd spells brunch. (@potlikkerBK)
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake. —
This is perfect and lovely.
Eat the damn cake.
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Lately I’ve been quite meh about decorating style or lack thereof. When will I replace the broken Ikea dresser? When will it become inappropriate for books to account for 70% of my possessions? That sort of thing.
Anyway, since my thoughts have been so very West Elmish, this list from HuffPo on Miss Golightly’s decorating philosophy made me smile.
1. You don’t need a real couch. Improvise with anything that provides basic seating … like a sawed-off bathtub.
2. A tiny kitchen is not a problem. Especially if you seemingly subsist off of milk served in a champagne coupe.
3. On that note, presentation counts. Again, milk in a champagne coupe. Much more dignified than an old pint glass.
4. Clutter is the sign of an established life. When your possessions are little more than a record player and a mangy cat, you can be a gal on the go.
5. Get creative with your storage. If you’re not exactly Betty Crocker in the kitchen, why not put your ballet flats in the fridge?
6. Accessorize fearlessly. If you want to have a weathervane next to your entryway, DO IT.
7. Always have your record player handy. You never know when you’ll need to score your own dramatic monologue.
8. Use a red glass lampshade. It’s a nice touch when your aforementioned monologue has to do with the “mean reds.”
9. Suitcases can also function decoratively. Even if your dainties are attractively falling out of said suitcase.
Full article here.
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s’more sandwich cookies - for 1,000 reasons, chiefly, just because.
THIS WEEK. IT’S HERE.
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