Every once in a while, if circumstances allow, you need to pick up all your pennies and put them to good use. The rainy day plan is always a worthy cause, but the here and now needs attention as well. Sometimes, especially during the hard times, it is important to take a step back – as the case may be – and allow yourself a small treat.
If it is beyond your control to fix everything that is bringing you down, then take a moment to celebrate life at its best, to remember that this moment (like everything else in life) shall pass.
Of course, holding on to the philosophical idea might be a little too conceptual for some. If thought experiments do nothing for you, nor fantasy bring a smile upon you, then do what my great grandmother always promoted: living well is the best revenge!
She had relatively simply needs but the idea was a potent one, and it has carried through the generations.
Sometime in the next three days, to celebrate Easter (or Spring, if you prefer), I will be making flounder stuffed with crab meat. I have no idea what the side dishes are just yet, but the fish will be the main attraction. There are beautiful jumbo sea scallops, lobster ravioli, and the seafood blend that Mom loves (it contains shrimp, calamari rings and bay scallops).
There are adorable heirloom tomatoes that may top one of these in a Caribbean salsa. Which? I have no clue. I'll let Mom call it because this is her Easter gift from me.
I got her the chocolate covered dried fruit she likes, one of her favorite movie snacks.
There is a roasted garlic hummus and pesto sauce, either of which may become part of the weekend meals or used later in the week.
The best moment came at the register. The young man looked at my garlic mustard aioli sauce and then the Dijon, whole grain, and spicy brown deli-style mustard jars. He asked if I was from Sunset Park (I guess he has seen me in the neighborhood). Properly introduced, he felt comfortable switching to a confessional mode.
He leaned in and whispered to me in Spanish, “I didn't know there were so many kinds of mustard! I thought it was just the ballpark stuff.”
He meant French's Classic Yellow. Then he told me he tried a spicy one that he really liked and we geeked out over mustard and all the wonderful things you can create with them. Just a neighborly moment at Trader Joe's...
My bus ride home was uneventful and, other than struggling and eventually slaying the puzzle, spent considering that I just found a ramen shop in downtown Brooklyn that I cannot afford at the moment, but automatically becomes another tick mark in the “pro” side of my list on why I must find work in this area (again).
Despite the horror in Manhattanites' faces when I tell them where I live, Brooklyn is very civilized. I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life here my first summer. Nothing has changed.
I love Brooklyn!