"Therein lies the joy"
My husband and I met our daughters several weeks ago for lunch at Bubby’s in Tribeca, followed by a trip to the McNally Jackson bookstore in Soho. This would’ve been heaven, except Bubby’s stirred full-sized corn kernels into my grits. I’m aware that grits are made from corn (I did grow up in Baton Rouge), but it’s supposed to be ground corn in there, and the beauty of a bowl of grits is its smoothness. I’m going to have to start sending Bubby’s letters, because it’s mystifyingly hard to find good grits in New York.
With all that said, my biscuits were fluffy and warm and golden brown on top, with no jarring objects inside.
At the bookstore, my older daughter asked what I was reading. I told her I wasn’t yet in love with either of the books I had recently started—King: A Life, Jonathan Eig’s biography of Martin Luther King, Jr., and Ann Patchetts’ latest, Tom Lake—but it was early days.