This changed the game when I was setting up my WFH space in a 7’ x 10’ room in 2020. Since, it has become a gentle alarm clock at approximately 2:00 everyday when the sun hits it just right and throws sparkly light all over my room. This has appropriately become Disco Hour and gives my brain a much needed dose of serotonin to get through the rest of the day.
I used to work at Flour Bakery in Boston and this was my favorite cookie. By using this recipe from Joanne Chang herself, you can make these super chocolatey cooks at home, and as a mediocre baker, when I tell you the recipe isn't difficult you can believe me. The recipe calls for rye flour and I have never seen that in my life so just use that good ol’ AP. Bake some for a friend and show up at their place like a little cookie santa and then eat the rest yourself.
I made the mistake of getting addicted to caffeine as a sophomore in high school, and my jobs as a barista over the years has only exacerbated this dependency. Now if I skip a morning cup, I experience Phineas Gage levels of a headache. With this whole COVID-19 thing, I had to get good at making my own coffee at home, and while I love me some undiluted cold brew concentrate, I do not need to tell any New Englander it is about to get hella chilly out. For hot coffee needs, I had purchased a Moka Pot a few years ago because I thought it looked cool and loved that you did not need to always be buying filters or pods to keep using it. My cups kept coming out tasting muddy though, so the thing has been taking a sabbatical in the back of my cupboard for years. The other week, however, I fell down a James Hoffman YouTube hole and was inspired enough by his very informative Moka Pot video to bring my girl back out into the light. I used some shamefully old pre ground beans and this cool looking thing still managed to turn out one very strong, delicious cup of coffee that I would pay real dollars for.
Participating in this newsletter without recommending a book seemed blasphemous. Girl, Woman, Other is hands down my favorite book of 2020. I read this in about a week, despite its hefty 500 page length, but I am not discovering gold here, this won the Booker Prize last year and for such good reason. There are so many characters (12) and their stories all drift back and forth in time with each other as they illustrate the Black British experience. Each character is distinct in their background, age, identity, and occupation. The book is written in a prose-y, poetic format but still remains incredibly casual. There are no periods! The book ends in a sort of grand finale splendor we often see in film that interconnect all the characters, but this is done in such a way that is emotional and poignant, instead of cringey.