While taking J’s grand tour of Momofuku’s multi-level home in the city, P saw me from her table and came over to say ‘hello.’ It felt surreal to catch up after what felt like a lifetime. I fumbled through my updates suddenly self-conscious of how much I had changed. She shared about going back to school and finding fulfilling work; it was clear she had changed too. There was joy, a sense of self; she was coming into her own.
I, on the other hand, have not; but seeing my friend reminds me that I will. Life may be monotonous and the future uncertain right now, but I’m taking advantage of it. A quiet social calendar affords me the time to be ambitious in my baking. To save my family and, truth be told, myself from the headache (and effort, on my part) of banging and rolling out butter-laden dough for croissants and Danishes, I tackled and conquered macarons.