Hello there,
Something about this week was particularly draining. We’re looking for strange new facts, happy surprises, or moments of calm wherever we can find them. We’re taking tomorrow off if we can—and we’re also planning on taking a nap.
Here are some things for you, depending on where you are mentally:
If mentally, you’re sipping something in a crowded bar in Brooklyn:
- You could mimic the ambient background noise with this clever site. We would recommend scaling up the “Full Room” slider as much as possible.
- You could make your “something” a Toki Highball, from this exceptionally detail-oriented guide.
- Or you could just get some Topo Chico very, very cold and sip that. There are few times when its madcap levels of fizz aren’t deeply satisfying, and Thursdays in February aren’t one of them.
If mentally, you’re winding your way through a market in Marrakesh:
- You could make your own spice blends, which will have the effect of perfuming your kitchen in the best way and make you excited to have any excuse to use a pinch of them.
- You could pull on something in a punchy color, and pair it with some wonderfully oversized earrings.
- You could make piping hot and almost-too-strong mint tea and let yourself slide into this painting by Chaïbia Talal.
If mentally, you’re just craving irreverence:
- You could read this amazing oral history on the making of The Emperor’s New Groove. It’s hilarious, while also providing an at-times heartbreaking look at the creative process behind the scenes.
- You could make fondue, but better. Grate Swiss cheese, and get a pot started over low heat. Melt the cheese a fistful at a time with some white wine, a little flour, a pinch of nutmeg, and a few shakes of salt. Take a loaf of crackly bread and rip it into chunks. And because you don’t own a fondue pot*, you clearly can’t set up an elaborate tablescape with dishes and neat dipping bowls. This is a blessing. Stand by the stove and swirl the bread in the melty cheese on the end of your silliest looking fork. This is best done while listening to any kind of disco music. Shimmy across the floor in your socks, with your perfect cheesy bread. Congratulate yourself on an excellent party. When this is over, we’re going to open a club called Disco Fondue, and you’re all invited.
If mentally, you’re on Mars:
- You aren’t alone—there’s a rover there now. You could watch it explore here.
We’re gonna go see about that nap.
Warmly,
The M.M. Team
*You do own a fondue pot?? We’re impressed.
P.S. Here’s a live look at us taking off from your inbox. Photo by Yuzuru Kitigawa.
