Anne Lamott says there are three essential prayers: “Help,” “thanks,” and “wow.” Yesterday I went for a mature spin on the first one, which mostly sounded like, “Could You help me, like, AT ALL?!”
It was a long day.
Which made the presence of good food all the more welcome. In the past 2 days, I’ve eaten:
- Another round of the breakfast of champions
- Pho at the farmer’s market with a chicken egg roll. (Because they were out of vegetable.) (Because that’s what happens when you go at 3pm after chasing lemons at used car lots for hours.) (But it’s totally fine because I’m totally fine.)
- Oatmeal with brown sugar, cinnamon, nectarines, and pecans
- Wegmans chinese. Those of you who have never experienced it will wonder why grocery store chinese made the cut, but just trust me. It’s a worthy addition.
- Triple creme brie with fresh baked sourdough, honey, and slivered almonds
- My favorite chocolate: the Lindt Dark Chocolate with a Touch of Sea Salt bar
- A lot of gelato. They should basically rename it geloto at this point.
There is a reason why someone coined the phrase “comfort food.” Good food can transcend circumstances. It serves as a foundational reminder that God is a giver of good gifts, and grace, and that heaven doesn’t always operate on the terms of Opposite Day.
It’s basically impossible to assume otherwise when brie is involved.