Hi friends! Good morning! Last time we checked in on a Sunday I was headed to Arkansas for several days of camping and motorcycling with Will. I also had to see about a hill.
See, there is this one hill just outside of Devil’s Den State Park, in a town called Winslow, that has this sharp steep hill. This hill had become a legend in my mind. Last time I tackled this hill I was in very much the wrong gear, slowly stalled going up, and slowly dropped my bike into a ditch. It was sort of like falling up stairs, which is somehow more embarrassing than falling down them.
ANYWAY, after a few days touring Arkansas I told Will it was time to tackle the hill. He escorted me as we first rode down, stopped at a little train depot to gather my fortitude and then, in the right gear with the right speed, I aced that hill!
To be honest, it wasn’t nearly the monster I had made it out to be in my mind. I was telling myself whale tales and godblessit I can now file those away.
So much of being in the world is double checking the stories we tell ourselves. Right?
I’m so pleased to share this Sunday with you, friends. If you’re celebrating Labor Day, don’t you dare labor too hard. Be easy and, as always, only take what you need:
• I know we’ve gotten far enough outside of Houston and I can take a deep breath into farmland Texas when Will starts his two fingered wave at every vehicle that passes. It’s a wave particular to two lane country roads. His hand still firmly gripping his truck’s steering wheel, he raises the index and middle finger of his left hand and when properly received, is returned with the exact same finger wave from the oncoming (no doubt) pick up truck. It’s a neighborly southern acknowledgment you’d expect down here. It’s generous and I love it. The people of Los Angeles could literally never. Vivian Howard writes with much more authority and grace than I ever could. Here’s our Lessons in Rural Manners. (Garden and Gun)
• A love story: Falling in Love With Joseph. And if you don’t know the band Joseph, here’s White Flag, one of my favorite songs. (Elle)
• Christina Perez writes so beautifully about aging gracefully just as I was researching radio frequency skin tightening lasers for my face. It’s here, in my 43 year in this body that I’m like… ooooooh ok ok this face is aging. And while there’s nothing I can do but accept the literal facts of life and death, there are also lasers that might help with this slowly sagging face and I’m going to go gently see about it thaaaaaaaanks. (Substack)
• Christina’s Substack also turned me onto a new to me podcast. I’ve devoured Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis Dreyfus. You know Julia Louis Dreyfus as the best part of the shows Seinfeld and Veep. This particular this particular conversation with Ruth Reichl is fantastic. This part of girlhood where we celebrate each other’s wisdom is really great, friends. (Apple Podcasts)
• I’ve had Ruth Reichl’s The Gourmet Cookbook open on my coffee table all week. It’s one of my favorite cookbooks for classics and I reach for it every change of season. It’s a bible, honestly. My dad’s best friend, Chester, owned this book and I would sit with it on our visits to his house and hand write recipes from this book into a notebook because I couldn’t afford the book itself. If you don’t have this book, find yourself a used copy most immediately. (Thrift Books)
• Our friend, Karlee, wrote about this summer of girlhood in a way that has me wanting to reread all my Nancy Drew novels and eat grape popsicles on the back door steps. (Substack)
• Stone fruit and lemon curd are a love affair I don’t know how else to explain it: September Summer Plum Cake. (Joy the Baker)
• I’m really only able to text a maximum of four or five people reliably. I’ve always admired people who can maintain a dozen robust text conversations, but also HOW!? I don’t think I have the conversational capacity or focus and my heartfelt apologies to anyone not in that top five. I’m the same with gardening. I can realistically only keep three plants alive at a time. Any more and someone is bound to suffer (likely the plant out on the patio). Paige Curtis is out here encouraging me to push the boundaries of my plant capacity and “just put a pit in a pot”. How to turn a black thumb green-ish: Don’t overthink gardening. (The Atlantic)
• This is just magical. Horse Play: elegant equines in the American landscape in pictures. (The Guardian)
• Celebrating Virgo Season by organizing my pantry. These are my pantry organization supplies! (Amazon)
• Last weekend while swimming with friends in Will’s bath-water-warm pool, I brought up a very out of season topic: Thanksgiving. It’s because this Food52 article about a woman who starts planning and cooking for Thanksgiving in August has stuck like glue. You know what appeals to me about this? The gradual grocery shopping. Honestly the biggest energy spend of Thanksgiving is making a list, shopping for it with everyone other Thanksgiving cook, getting all those groceries inside and put away AND THEN cooking it all. To disperse some of that labor over months? YES. I’m making a list of the things I can make ahead of time: pie crusts, my dad’s stuffings, and Aunt Cordellia’s Potato Rolls using this freeze and bake method from King Arthur Baking. Also, I’m making jelly doughnuts for dessert absolutely. (Food52, Joy the Baker)
• Add this extremely cozy One Pot French Onion Chicken Dinner to the dinner plan this week. It’s delicious over a baked potato or alongside buttery rice. (Joy the Baker)
• A big heartfelt thank you to each of you who have gotten a copy of CAMP JOY. If it’s still on your to-do list, you’re in luck! CAMP JOY is 15% off with code JOYSCOUT15 .
Have a wonderful Sunday!
My love to you!
xo Joy
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Happy belated 43rd! Here’s to aging gracing with the help of acceptance and lasers! Sending hugs xo
My husband’s birthday was on Friday and his request was a Thanksgiving dinner! I made turkey breast wrapped in prosciutto, twice baked sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and cornbread stuffing, semi-scaled down for two. It took a bit of planning but was actually really fun to make.
I gasped! What an elite birthday meal! I really do love to make Thanksgiving dinner in the middle of summer but my version is store-bought rotisserie chicken and stovetop stuffing. Your meal sounds incredible and jus think – you can redo the whole thing in a few months! (and Happy Birthday to your husband!)
Mom and I have been talking about Thanksgiving since JUNE :)
Y’all are really on to something! I’m so curious to know what your favorite thing on your Thanksgiving table is!
Thank you for the horses! Magical!
They’re so special.
Girl, it is always so good to have your voice as a part of my Sunday. Your contributors are fantastic, and becoming fast friends, but you’re the OG who has my heart. I don’t know how I missed that chicken recipe back in February, but you best believe I’ll be making it this week. Your One-Pot French Onion Pasta is a regular in our house when the seasons change.
Also going to make your summer plumb cake for an upcoming potluck.
From Joseph to Vivian Howard and pantry organization – peak Sunday links! Thank you always!
Ah I love being here, Meagan! I’ll be here more often. These Sunday links are my favorite posts of the week. Let me know how you enjoy the chicken. It’s just as delicious as That French Onion Pasta when served with mashed potatoes. Also, weeknight mashed potatoes are such a flex, right?
Oh, we have been dealt a bad hand, women over an age. We are told to love and accept ourselves, that we are all naturally beautiful, that we should not need any external factors to feel good in our bodies. But that message is only to last until 35? Then we need to get lasers?
If we believe that true beauty and self acceptance comes from within then radio micro lasers, injections, and all other such things would be supremely unnecessary. Do we believe it, though? Do we believe we are beautiful as we change and evolve? Do we believe we are enough without any help? Can we embrace this aging just as we embraced the changes of adolescence?
I am worried that no women believe any of this at all.
It’s a tough hand, Rebecca – to be sure. And do we really REALLY believe those things? I mean… no. We can change and evolve as long as we look mostly young doing it. Lordy. Let’s just do our best.
I love that different regions have different waves; in Montana, it’s a full hand wave, usually just above the steering wheel. It’s always my favorite moment of vacation, the first driving wave. Seattle can only pretend people would do that here, lol.
A couple years ago I re-read my/my Mama’s Nancy Drew books as my before-bed reading. It was lovely (though also: some of these story lines would not fly now!)
Thanks for the links!
Every region DOES have it’s own wave! And folks in Seattle can’t even look each other in the eye on the sidewalk. It’s going to be awhile before the driving wave catches on. And I hear you on some of those old stories. Lots of things no longer wave wing. Thanks for being here, friend!
As a fellow 43, let us know how this laser thing works out. I’m relying on serums at the moment, but we know they will only take us so far, especially when my Leo self just loooves the sun. Also, my goal next year is to keep a mint plant alive because the basil did not fare well this year. I’m a two plant girl, max. God help the green things.
Oh my God I’m 42. 1981. 42. But I suppose this body is in its 43rd year. Carry on.
CARRYING ON.
Hahahha, god help green things.
And yes I will report back on the lasers when I have the guts to do them because I feel you, I’m a serum girl rn too. Let’s see how far these potions will get us!
This summer of girl essay was so beautiful I felt emotional reading it! I agree that there has been something in the air between Taylor Swift and Beyoncé and Barbie and the women’s world cup and female athletes breaking records at the recent track meets. It’s powerful. ??
Being a girl is trendy and I kinda love it.
Congrats on your motorcycle accomplishments…more power to you! Thanks for bringing great memories back to me…growing up in rural Nebraska the two finger wave was it. Now living in the LA area the one finger wave is it! Love your posts and recipes (the Summer Plum cake is delicious). Thank you for all that you do.
Oh I’m so glad we’re in this together, Mary!
Yes… the courteous country wave! I very fondly remember my father doing the same thing when we road tripped from the city to the country to see my grandparents. Get off the highway and start that wave! It was a very specific feeling like, oh, we’re getting close!
That finger wave makes me feel like I’m getting closer to where I want to be. :)