I have been overworked and stressed out this past week, so I decided to indulge myself today. I went into the city this morning to get my hair cut, and picked up a number of semi-necessary things. Like new sheets. Which I’m sure you don’t really want to know about, even if they do make me really happy. (on a side note, it’s a good thing I know feminism is not about rejecting femininity, or I’d be worried that my delight at such domestic things would disqualify me somehow.)
Part two of today’s campaign to be nice to myself entails making cornbread. I love cornbread, but as it’s an unknown substance here in the Netherlands, I haven’t eaten it in years. (I remember being in Berkeley and being served cornbread along with my salad. I was so overjoyed, it was comical, especially to the Americans I was with to whom cornbread is nothing special.) Sadly, it only occurred to me this week that I could make it myself. I looked around the internet for a recipe and I’m going to try this one: cornbread with a touch of yogurt and maple syrup.
Say it with me: mmm. And also, keep your fingers crossed, because if it doesn’t work out, I may have to cry. Or go back into the city and buy more pretty things to console myself.
Either way, the day is looking up.