What are you up to this weekend? Anton, his friend, and I are on a little trip, and I’m excited to share photos on Monday. We have played 1,000 games of ping pong. Hope you have a good one, and here are a few links from around the web…
The Soup Strategy for making friends. “My husband jokes that I would pick up a dinner guest on my way home from the subway were it not for him,” says Pilar Guzmán. (Big Salad gift link; you can subscribe here, if you’d like)
Bookmarking Jenny’s turkey chili recipe for winter evenings.
Anton and I are reading The Outsiders, and we’re both really enjoying it.
You can volunteer to hold NICU infants. “On that day, I rocked him for three hours. My left shoulder ached, my arm went numb, but I would not let go, for he and I had work to do, trust to build.” (NYT gift link)
Pepper — the bra brand for small chests — just launched swim! I ordered this one-piece to try.
“46 thoughts I had while watching the first episode of The Baldwins.” (Vogue)
I’ve been wearing this shirt with a denim skirt on repeat.
Excited to pack this for every trip this year.
Pittsburgh is opening their first women’s sports bar called Title 9, and it looks like such a fun place to hang. “It’s not a women’s bar, it’s a sports bar playing women’s sports.”
On February 28th, join the 24-hour economic blackout to stand up to Trump. Don’t buy anything that day, except necessities.
Finally, Bess Kalb’s beautiful tribute to Kfir and Ariel Bibas. May their memory be a blessing. xoxo
Plus, two reader comments:
Says Emmy Rae on 12 questions for a grief therapist: “I’m a nurse and patients often tell me about people they’ve lost. I always ask ‘where do you go/what do you do that makes you feel close to them?’ and if it’s something simple like ‘the kitchen,’ I tell them I’ll think of their person next time I’m in the kitchen.”
Says Ashley Dargai on my best friend’s mom’s paprikash: “My husband is from Hungary and grew up eating his mom’s paprikash. When we were first married, we lived in Arkansas and subsisted on Kraft mac n’ cheese and ramen to get by. One night, I pulled out a Hungarian cookbook and made paprikash for the first time to surprise him. He was so touched, even though it wasn’t great. When he took the first bite, he closed his eyes and said, ‘It tastes like home.’ Years later, we now have kids and visit Hungary every year to see his family. I read somewhere that eating food from your culture is like learning your identity one taste at a time. Now when we make Hungarian food here in the U.S., we tell our kids, ‘You’re remembering home tonight!’ We have a big mason jar of Hungarian paprika in our spice cabinet, and my daughter calls it the ‘home jar.’”
(Photo of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, 1952.)
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