Let It Be Sunday, 117!

Hello dear friends!

It’s feeling very much like Spring here in New Orleans, with warm days and high humidity and reason enough to go outside and weed the garden.  It’s a peek at the steamy days ahead and I’m not even mad about it. 

The best part about Spring in New Orleans is Jazz Fest.  I hope you get to be here for a day or two to enjoy the festivities.  It’s sweaty.  Also… definitely get a daiquiri.  I’m headed to Los Angeles next week for my dear friend Whitney‘s wedding.  Two things:  I still don’t know what I’m going to wear aaaand I’ll be making her wedding dessert: a riff on this Bourbon Pecan Pie

Be well this Sunday. I’m sending you my Springtime love and these links from around the Internet: 

 I really enjoyed this sentiment from my favorite baker, Dorie Greenspan:  Baking Is All in the Hands.  She’s right.  You’ve got to hold a lot of dough before you know.  It’s worth it, every bit.

 I listened to this very important bit of inspiration from Elizabeth Gilbert this week:  Choosing Curiosity Over Fear.  Ideas have great desire to be made.  I really like that. 

 Vulnerable and unbelievably strong and beyond, much further beyond Lean In.  It’s really incredible and inspiring how we grow:  Sheryl Sandburg’s Accidental Revolution  Thank you for passing this along Jessi.

•  If you’re feeling like you need to cry about a tortoise… I understand:  My Touchstone and A Heart of Gold

 We all get a little lonely sometimes, and also… massage relaxes you! (Yikes) The Faces Behind Craigslist “Strictly Platonic” Personal Ads

•  Brb, gonna go cry my luxury nightmares to sleep.  (I realize that sentence doesn’t quite stand up, but it’s staying.) 

 According to this quiz: The Cheesecake Factory Quiz… I’m fresh out of high school and need to go make a positive impact on the world so… carry on.  It was likely the Peach Bellini that made it so.  

 To quote the 2011 film Bridesmaids staring Kristen Wiig, “Shit, that is fresh.” Also see: Fresh Blueberry and Mint Lemonade

 Spring time weekend breakfast love: Triple Berry Dutch Baby.  

 Really very important:  How To Buy The Right Rosé.  

 Just ordered this smoothie booster because I really do trust my gut (but I’ll take all the help I can get). 

 Let’s talk about these embroidered, slip-on loafers.  Ok, good talk. 

I think you’re wonderful, enjoy the day!  

My love to you,

Joy

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  1. That tortoise story spoke to me on so many levels when I first heard it and it still gets me. Also, made my first dutch baby as BRUNCH dessert this weekend! And with some lemon curd ’cause we fancy. So fun.

  2. Subscribed to your blog because I wanted more from the woman who invented olive oil braised chickpeas which was the best recipe I cooked in 2016. Now Sunday is my favorite day as I follow the breadcrumbs you have left to some amazing articles. Oh, that article about the tortoise was wonderful. Mahalo!

  3. Elizabeth Gilbert article is interesting. Reminds of the information a few years ago about the different kinds of intelligence. There are different kinds of creativity as well, so everyone is creative in their own way. As for the cheesecake quiz, did it twice with slightly different answers and both were wrong. I was in New Orleans a couple weeks ago. There was a music festival then too. Music on every block in the French Quarter, it was fantastic.

  4. I’ve never eaten at CF but apparently they really know me. I got 2000 and I did graduate in 2001. Not bad!

    1. I have eaten there, once, a few years ago, with a groupf friends. I got 2016 which is hilarious. I graduated in 1981. LOL

      1. I got 2016 and graduated 1975! Yikes! And, Joy, I don’t think it was the Bellini that got you 201: I picked water — livin’ large ;-)

  5. The Elizabeth Gilbert piece is great. I am reminded of when my kid was in preschool. The teacher made “travel” around the world a theme for the year, so they learned songs and heard stories and ate food from different countries. We’re in a tiny French village, very homogenous. One day, in the city, we passed a black man and my kid was dying to go talk: where is he from? Do you think he’s from Africa? Which country (yes, a preschooler knew there were different countries in Africa. Thank you, Miss Virginie.) Does he think winter is too cold here?
    On and on it went. Curiosity, lots of it. Many kids would be afraid of someone who looks different (race or otherwise). I’ve had that experience in reverse: when I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Kenya, little kids sometimes would look at me and burst out either crying or shrieking in terror.
    I don’t know what I expected from the New Yorker article, but I didn’t expect to be so moved.

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