My boyfriend and I recently traveled to Atlanta for a wedding. On the way back home to Los Angeles, I stopped into one of those airport shops to grab a bag of chips and a copy of Bon Appétite magazine. Just looking at the cover gave me an instant feeling pure pleasure. In case you didn’t already know…I deeply, deeply enjoy reading about food. Almost as much as I enjoy the menu-planning, farmer’s market browsing, cooking, and eating parts.
I devour words that are formulated to transport me directly into a kitchen other than my own. I can almost feel my feet hitting the cabinets as I sit on the counter, or feel the weight of a glass of wine in my hand as I memorize a new spice-rub combination.
Anyways, back to the magazine moment. I read the articles, one after the other, smiling, crooning over the glossy pages and the lovely pictures of the recipes ( which I dog-eared and will be making soon). Even the pages without a single picture looked delicious because I knew all those words would take me into the world of food, where I am my most happy.
Perhaps it seems trivial to some, but picking up that magazine was a self-care moment for me. It was me, knowing exactly what could bring the most pleasure on that bumpy ride through the sky back home. It may sound cliché, but it really is these simple pleasures that reveal the “everyday magic” that I am so faithfully seeking.
What are some of your favorite simple pleasures? Leave a comment and let me know. 🙂