Taking My Snacks Extremely Seriously

I have this amazing friend, who is one of the most thoughtful people I know. She sends thank-you cards in the mail, she brought me homemade frozen meals right after I gave birth (plus black and white cookies at the hospital, which got smushed because she ran to the hospital since she’s also an incredible runner), she always remembers my birthday (and hers, I swear, is the one I forget most — face palm), she’ll randomly bring me things she’s just baked when we have plans … you get it. And if you’re lucky enough to go to her house for dinner, you bet your butt she’s going to have a sweet apps spread set out before dinner. (One time she “just” had some nuts and chips and olives, and I was so proud of her for being normal). 

I’ve always aimed to be a bit more like her — well,  not to really be like her, because that would be impossible in my body and mind, but to just be a little bit more personal about the way I serve the people I love. Just, like, making a couple of snacky things to bring to someone’s house when they’re hosting me, instead of going to Krispy Kreme for a dozen donuts. (Listen: I have friends whose apartment I go to on the regular, and this is our tradition.)