Hiiiiiiiii! It’s Annemarie.
What I Made This Week
Our oven is still broken, so I had to go to a neighbor’s house to bake these brownies I promised my sister I would bring to my nephew’s graduation party. Literally box mix + chocolate chips. These have a nice cakey/fudgy balance, and everything looks better when you shoot it in portrait mode, so ta-da! For times when I’m trying and want something super-duper-fudgy and really, really simple, I make Katharine Hepburn’s brownies. I use pecans rather than walnuts because walnuts are the worst nut. (I take that back. They are the second-worst nuts. Chinese pine nuts are the worst nuts because they can give you pine nut mouth, which I’ve had and eating them is not worth the risk, not even for Bovella’s pignoli cookies.)
Bite me.
What I Read This Week
My problem with media is that I consume it in a giant gulp. I don’t like to sip and savor it. I just force it down my gullet. And even things I really want to take time with, such as Fleabag (it’s as good as everyone says—please just watch it so we can talk about it), I just cannot stop myself. But I’ve been trying to slow down a bit with amazing writer and all-around wonderful person Taffy Brodesser-Akner’s first novel, Fleishman is in Trouble. Taffy’s writing is always smart, witty and insightful, and she digs into your brain in away that makes you think she’s been spying on you. (I think I just plagiarized my own Amazon review of the book. Sorry, and yes, I’m just that into it.) The whole thing takes a pretty bleak look at marriage, but I’ve been reading it every waking minute and I haven’t finished it yet. So if you can please also read it and we can form a little book club where we dissect all of the nuance and cultural reference points, I would really appreciate that. I should be done by the end of the weekend.
This is me, looking like a dweeb, with Taffy and her book. JEALOUS? You should be.
Parenting Gif of the Week
Me at the urgent care, when the receptionist asked if I wanted to keep the bucket full of puke with me in case my kid puked again. She rolled her eyes when I asked for a clean bucket.
In Closing…
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