Her new phone functioned perfectly on Thursday’s overnight. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the rest of the technology her team uses–nor, even more unfortunately, of one of the subcontractors they employ. She woke from a nap on Friday afternoon to news of an epic failure that might have meant another sleepless night or two. She was understandably furious. And maybe a little comically so, but I knew better than to point that out. Eventually she calmed enough to speak in complete sentences, and reassure us both that we would not incur the expenses of a new laptop computer and additional repairs to the newly painted wall at which she wanted to chuck the old one. She made herself a mug of tea. A cat settled at her feet, and I left them for a while.
After I returned from a run and showered, I started to bake a batch of brownies. I wasn’t sure what dinner might be, but thought that after a long night and a terrible afternoon, a little sweetness would be welcome.
While the brownies baked, I started to assemble the last piece of furniture for our office, a cute little rolling cart with many drawers that would hold office supplies and various doodads. She finished her work for the day and came to join me–possibly attracted by the chocolaty goodness wafting from the kitchen. We worked together happily on the cart (again proving that we pass the Ikea Relationship Test). By the time every Tab A was fitted into every Slot B, every screw was accounted for, and the cart carried to its appointed place in the office, the brownies were ready to cut.
We aren’t doctors or nurses. We aren’t dieticians. We know perfectly well that brownies are not an appropriate dinner. Except when they are. We didn’t eat the entire batch, any more than we’d eat the entire Thanksgiving turkey in one sitting. Just one lovely, rich, still-barely-warm brownie each.
Sunday’s dinner, after her very productive knitting class, my many masses played, and our shared garage clearing, was far more balanced and moderate. She marinated chicken breasts in lemon and olive oil, and served them with sautéed asparagus and rice. Very different from a brownie, but also delicious.
Sometimes there’s a brownie for dinner. Sometimes there’s a bowl of popcorn. All things in moderation. Including moderation.