I find it deeply strange and indicative of how the Internet has stripped everything of context that people are expected to have a statement in the middle of completely unrelated information. Also, like five people read this (I love you, thank you). That said, the rage and horror about what’s going on in Gaza is real; my greatest hope for this digital platform is that it drives people to action rather than helplessness and immobile despair. 5 Calls is an easy way to contact your representatives and demand a ceasefire.
Right now I’m procrastinating. I’m working on a bigger thing that I feel like I have to see all the way through. I got some good feedback recently that was energizing but also means more work, and work is hard. I’ll do it. But I’m not doing it right now. I’m doing the writing equivalent of knitting, or video games, or stress baking, or what people do when they want to do something that’s an activity but not productive. As a side note, this winter I think I’m going to get into video games or friendship bracelets. Until then, this is my scarf I pick up when my brain hits its stopping point: a description of egg between bread. And I think we’re going to go beyond bread soon, if nothing else as an excuse to talk about taxonomy aka what I do during most daylight hours. I hope talking about categorization is the kind of thing that gets you through a long and brutal season; if not, you can always skip the preamble and get straight to the sandwich.
Egg & Cheese at Sweet Rabbit Bakery
Sweet Rabbit Bakery is a new bakery in our old neighborhood. It’s in what used to be a Starbucks, which I remember because I’d walk over there sometimes during maternity leave, trying to figure out what to do with a newborn. I’d been wanting to go for awhile. I think I found out about it through Instagram’s algorithm, something I have mixed feelings about (go read How to Do Nothing and Trick Mirror) but whatever: it’s a different variety of breakfast sandwich than I usually come across, it has some real high notes, and I want to try it again. I was stressed out when I ate it; we’d just come from our daughter’s second-ever dentist appointment and I don’t know if you know this but toddlers can sometimes have trouble with new experiences, especially several of them in one morning. She’d also broken her leg recently — she’s good now, the cast is off, we are all much happier and she isn’t allowed to walk down the stairs by herself until she’s 13 — anyway, she was grumpy and we spent most of the time trying to wrangle her; her dad took her outside to chill out while I jotted down notes.
The standout is the egg. It’s another square patty and it’s insanely delicate and soft, very tender with an almost silky consistency. It’s not jiggly, but it’s close: you can almost feel the filaments, which might sound gross but it’s not. The broiled cheese spread was giving Merkt’s but it looks like they make it in-house. It was really salty and sharp, bordering on garlicky, and a necessary counterpoint to the soft egg and honestly, the English muffin. I didn’t catch a ton of flavor from the English muffin, which was fine but surprising. Texturally, it had a lot of crisp and chew on the top and a very firm bottom. I want to try it again when I’m less distracted. It was different in a way I want to see more of, and the pastries looked amazing.