I love to be in love. This is a relatively recent admission which has been pushing through my solar plexus for longer than I’ve acknowledged it. I remember sobbing on my parents bed in 5th grade, devastated because my new best friend had taken a family vacation to Florida. I just missed her so much- it was unbearable. That was being in love.
I love the aesthetic quality it lends to your memories, which are sometimes the only things you have left over. Being in love is a personally gorgeous thunderstorm- big rain, world rumble passing through you, shaking it all up.
So I’m starting a new project. I’ll be writing love letters here. To friends, places, phases and lovers themselves… and a recipe that matches them.
Very little feels more poignant to me than that- telling people how loved they are. I swear, it’s my high.
So we start off this series with my dear friend, Miss Ashley…
We often joke that “you had me at hello”, but it’s the truest truth we’ve spoken between us. I met you on the brink of a brand new world, tucked away into Ohio fields and music school walls. You were wearing a bright red dress and I remember wondering if I should’ve looked fancier.
I was surprised by our closeness, how easily we communicated. We cared about such different things then- remember? We were both dedicated to boys far away and it joined us, I think- two 18 year olds trying out that whole “committment” thing. You loved Jessie McCartney, and I loved the playlist you made me of spunky pop music.
We drifted from those boys and from that music. (Although, thank god, found our way back to One Direction.) We have ebbed and flowed, my friend. You have been my mental solace when the world felt far too pointy and invasive. I hope I have held your hand when it was most needed. You are the mind I turn to when mine has turned to mush. I think what we do, in essence, is sit down at a table together. We sip tea and listen to soft music while we sort through the swirl of our growth.
For five years, you’ve been my growing up buddy, someone I dream hugely with, the person who reminds me what I’m worth and how to ask for it. Maybe someday we’ll end up in Portland, or Ann Arbor, or across the country from one another. But for now, I cherish the shared space of this city and this friendship. Keep rockin’ that ‘plain jane glory’.
It looks beautiful on you.
This mousse is crazy easy. This is like… bachelorette mousse. So sexy, so simple. You can have an intimate experience… with the mousse. (It’s starting to sound like “moose” in my head… uh oh…)
half of a ripe avocado
half a can of coconut cream (they have this at Trader Joe’s!)
1/4 cup maple syrup
1/4 cup cocoa or cacao powder
pinch of sea salt (plus more for topping)
pinch of cinnamon
Blend all ingredients. Serve cold and sprinkled with sea salt… maybe even after sticking it in the freezer for 10-15 minutes. Ooh la la…