An aging box of brownie mix
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for an aging box of brownie mix.
I can’t tell you how long it’s been in my pantry. I don’t even remember buying it.
But I sure am glad I did, because yesterday around 4 p.m., I knew with sudden and intense clarity that a hot pan of brownies was exactly what I needed, and lo, an aging box of brownie mix allowed my dream to become reality.
I don’t recommend eating brownies for dinner on a regular basis. But sometimes I think brownies can be the absolute most perfect meal. Plus, bonus, while I was making the brownies, I used a spatula that my grandma gave me, which made me think of my grandma, and then I called her and got to talk to her.
My grandma is a loyal #thankyouthursday reader (hi, Grandma!), and as I stood stirring the eggs and oil and water into my aging brownie mix, she asked me what I was going to talk about the next day. I told her I didn’t know yet.
And then, I did.
Love > fear,
Christina
p.s. Last week I let you know that it’s now possible to subscribe to #thankyouthursday. Everybody still has access to these weekly messages, but I also plan to give subscribers more, and I’m still thinking about what that will be. Would you be interested in something like what I’ve shared on love>fear? Hit reply with feedback or other ideas!