{"id":332,"date":"2013-05-23T18:04:00","date_gmt":"2013-05-23T18:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2013\/05\/23\/eureka"},"modified":"2015-12-16T17:45:57","modified_gmt":"2015-12-16T22:45:57","slug":"eureka","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2013\/05\/eureka\/","title":{"rendered":"Eureka"},"content":{"rendered":"
You women who manage to keep up smart, articulate blogs while raising young children? You women who manage to keep up smart, articulate blogs while working and<\/i> raising young children and <\/i>doing all that household stuff that most of us wind up doing? I throw myself at your feet. \u00a0I don\u2019t have anything remotely original or insightful to say on the subject; I just think you\u2019re remarkable. I have childcare twelve hours a week, jobs with flexible hours, a supportive spouse, and a kid who (usually) sleeps well (please don\u2019t let this jinx me, please don\u2019t let this jinx me<\/i>), and yet I fight to get to this space. Of course, part of the problem could be that, each night, when I sit down in front of the computer, I wind up lip-syncing to Fleetwood Mac<\/a> on YouTube, inspecting my reflection in the window and wondering what kind of atrocities I would have to inflict upon my hair in order to pull off a convincing Stevie Nicks<\/a> next Halloween. \u00a0(I WILL<\/a>, OH<\/a>, I WILL<\/a>.)<\/p>\n The other night, after June was asleep and before I turned on Fleetwood Mac, I went down to the dungeon, also known as the garage, and dug up three boxes of old Polaroids. I was looking for two shots that I needed to scan and send to my editor for my next book, but instead I found approximately four thousand others that I had forgotten I ever took. I never found the two images that I actually needed – no doubt tucked away for \u201csafekeeping,\u201d never to be seen again – but I did find this:<\/p>\n Eureka! A\u00a0broccoli pizza atop a shop vac<\/a>! \u00a0And a crimini pizza and Brandon\u2019s favorite very very sharp knife,\u00a0on a cutting board, balanced haphazardly on a rung of an extremely dusty ladder!<\/p>\n These shots are from early 2009, the winter when we were building Delancey and testing recipes, shortly after Brandon finished building and curing the wood-burning oven but before the restaurant had anything resembling a kitchen.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I was slicing mushrooms that night on a folding card table, wearing the same gray hooded sweatshirt that I\u2019m wearing at my desk this morning, only today it\u2019s not crusted in drywall. \u00a0That night feels sort of romantic to me now, now that I know how it all turned out, but at the time, I was freezing, and it was dark in there and everything was covered in debris, and\u00a0we were tired, always tired.<\/p>\n Yesterday June and I ate dinner at Delancey with a friend from our childbirth class and her nine-month-old daughter. I sat in one of the chairs that were stacked precariously in this photo, and June tasted (by which I mean sucked awkwardly on<\/i>, and then wore<\/i>) her father\u2019s pizza for the very first time.\u00a0\u00a0June, the child I had no idea I even wanted to have, back when I took this photo!<\/p>\n I am easily awed this morning. \u00a0This might be my espresso talking.<\/p>\n And Katie was our server. Sweet Katie! Still there, after three and a half years! \u00a0A billion years in Restaurant Time.<\/p>\n One day almost four years ago, in early June of 2009, the chef of the restaurant across the street, which was then A Caprice Kitchen but is now The Fat Hen<\/a>, knocked on the door of Delancey. We were inside, doing some construction task or other, and she handed us a package wrapped in white paper. \u00a0It was a gift from the elderly lady who lived in the apartment behind her restaurant, she said, and the lady had asked her to deliver it to us. \u00a0I peeled off the tape and folded back the paper, and inside, there was a homemade cake, a dome of vanilla cake with vanilla frosting, sculpted into soft, feathery peaks.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/div>\n
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