They’re thin and intensely spiced and quite snappy - buttery crisp at the perimeter, tentatively approaching tender and chewy towards the center, but not committing to it. And so, let’s talk about the gingersnaps that I also made just for the heck of it, just because I could, earlier this week. The good news is that being here doesn’t feel remotely like work I am simply delighted to be back. Or maybe I’ll take a nap when the kid does? Clearly, I have some tough decision making ahead.
Or trying again to convince my husband that we should paint the living room. So far today, I drank a latte - sitting down I might add, and not while rushing to the grocery store because I ran out of flour again - and I’m thinking about making some applesauce. I pulled on my boots and wandered all over the city, eating roasted chestnuts from a street cart, buying glitter nail polish, delighting in the carpet of golden leaves underfoot and being fantastically schedule-free. It’s weird, I finished my manuscript and I was raring to go - reshoots! edits! let’s talk design! - for about two days and then, almost out of curiosity, I closed the elaborate spreadsheet that owns me tracks all the recipes, photos, intros and progress in the manuscript, just to see if it could close, after being open for more than a year, and it did.
And then, just like that, I decided not to work anymore.
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