for you, those happy little moments

one might happen the second you wake up and realize you can go back to sleep,

or in the instant before you bite into a croque monsieur or a marzipan truffle. 

you might experience one as you're painting your nails sparkly gold or watching football on a snowy afternoon or when three of your internet friends retweet you.

maybe all it will take is a smile or a dumpling or a pretty colored door,

maybe it won't happen until after something sad has passed.

it might happen when you're chopping vegetables and accidentally drop an onion on the floor and realize that you must pick it up immediately otherwise your doggies might eat it. {because that means you're at home, cooking with mum!}

whatever your happy little moments may be {even if they involve bananas or political conversations}, i wish you extra ones this holiday!!

happy holidays, everyone!!!

i'll soon be headed home to chicago. see you after a little break of dumpling parties and gingerbread house-making!

love and bagels,

molly

the above photos were taken in my neighborhood and they're part of a little post i did for brooklyn exposed. check out more of them here.

lately.

there are way too many leftover menorah candles in my heroes of the torah cup for any good hanukkah-practicing half-jewish brisket-eating human to not be embarrassed about.

my diet consists of cheese, bread, and anything with colorful jimmies. like the sprinkle cookies i made yesterday, like the milk bar cake balls that rob delivered me.

the morning lends no time for a percolator: but why do you need one when you can just dump a cup or so of instant grounds into lukewarm water and be bouncy for 20 entire hours?

the floor of my room cannot be seen under the layers of clothing that are scattered {artfully} across it. 

exercise is acquired by running to the timpani, and then to the xylophone, and then back again. squats to play the darbuka, curls for the tambourine.

there are two songs that saturate my head on repeat: aaron roche's "trash," and san fermin's "methuselah."

it may be time for me to fly home. 

-yeh!

how the mensch stole christmas.

here's how this apartment does chrismukkuh:

decemberists sing-alongs
bacon latkes, kimchi latkes
fancy dresses
a vintage apron
candy cane elephant ears from your friend, the viennesoire man
multi-racial gingerbread transgenders

gingerbread replicas of well-known political figures, complete with m & m sex organs 

rainbow cookies that took two entire days to make
rainbow christmas lights strung on the hanukkuh bush
enough christmas lights to light all of brooklyn
spiked hot chocolate with homemade almond marshmallows 
the kind of epicn-ess that only happens when people arrive at your door with things like home-brewed honey liqueur, a fiddle, and the best pimento cheese on the face of the planet.

-yeh!

the chrismukkuh list

well, hanukkah came and went, didn't it? like, i barely even had time to put my non-existent halloween costume away. but it doesn't matter that this list is coming late because it's pretty much fictional. my real chrismukkuh list includes things like computer software, lighting devices... we don't need to get into it. so here's just my list of fun cool things that would take a time machine or an alternate universe or just a faster metabolism to make happen:

empire mayo: imagine the kind of pimpy b.l.t. i could make with orange clove mayo or the white truffle mayo. the rolls-royce with phat rims b.l.t., that's what.

a chicken coop: you'd think we'd have figured it out by now, with the amount of dozens of eggs that this apartment goes through on a daily basis. but just think how much easier life would be with little eunice, errol, and ewan laying their little hearts out in a mustard colored coop up on the roof.
a rooftop amphitheater. 

an easy bake oven: or rather, an entire wall of my apartment lined with them so that melissa and i can open the easy bake bake shop.

a summery boozy brunch at longman + eagle, in chicago: complete with a stoop, a mr. stoop, and a pbr with my scrambled eggs.  

for the 96th street taco truck to materialize in south brooklyn.

for hot dogs and marzipan and all things fried cheese to be at the bottom of the food pyramid.

-yeh!