"You should eat delicious things while you can still eat them, go to wonderful places while you still can … and not have evenings where you say to yourself, "What am I doing here? Why am I here? I am bored witless!""I didn't know much about Nora Ephron before she passed away. I'd seen When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, and You've Got Mail, but knew very little about Nora herself. When Harry Met Sally is one of my favorite movies of all time. I'm one of those people who talk and text during movies. Yes, I know I'm annoying, you hate me, whatever, I don't do it in theaters so chill out. But I never tire of that movie and my attention never crumbles no matter how many times I've seen it.
Have you read I Feel Bad About My Neck? I sped through it this past fall. It'd been my first book I read for fun in months. I found out that I loved Nora's writing AND her philosophy on food and life. She's wise and funny as hell.
This could be the motto of Sudacakes:
"I don't think any day is worth living without thinking about what you're going to eat next at all times."Nora inspires me and makes me laugh. I want to spend the afternoon rereading my favorite parts of I Feel Bad About My Neck.
"You do get to a certain point in life where you have to realistically, I think, understand that the days are getting shorter, and you can't put things off thinking you'll get to them someday. If you really want to do them, you better do them. There are simply too many people getting sick, and sooner or later you will. So I'm very much a believer in knowing what it is that you love doing so you can do a great deal of it."I don't want to waste my precious life doing what I'm not passionate about.
I love food. I love to make and write and read about food.
On that note, I put off essay work to make lemon bars. Lemons are lovely. I adore the zing, tartness, and buttery base of lemon bars any day, everyday. Their lightness and fruitiness has me forcefully stopping myself from eating a whole batch. I'm so weak for tart sweets.
Recipe behind the cut. . .