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Today I got pushed.

Not pushed in love or pushed to do something crazy like, say, skydiving.  Nope. Just pushed.

It wasn’t a gentle tap or an accidental hit.  It was a startling, full-on, “get outta my way, lady” shove by a man on a mission.  Welcome to New York.

Needless to say, I need some pampering.

Now, I’m a believer that a hot shower at the end of a bad day makes everything better.  It helps to wash the badness away to let in the goodness.  Luckily after my shower tonight, I remembered just the thing that would offer warm comfort after the big bad wolf huffed and puffed.

Sweet Milk Cologne by Jo Malone is part of the limited edition Tea Fragrance Collection.

Now, I’ve been told that the fragrance is controversial – polarizing, if you will – in that people either love it or hate it.  There are others in the collection that may be more pleasing to your smell senses.  But after I first smelled Sweet Milk, I immediately fell in love.  With notes of vanilla and almond, it evokes a soft embrace in a spritz.  It’s Mom in a bottle after the boo-boo.

I feel better already.  Now, I’m off to snuggle with myself.

Jo Malone Sweet Milk Cologne, $55, www.jomalone.com.

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Sunday morning allows for time to move at a slower pace than the rest of the week without guilt, far removed from the obligations of the week behind us.   It is a great excuse to kick off a lazy day after a long week of work and things that needed to be done.  On Sunday, you can shake off your cranky bits and simply enjoy small pleasures.

My favorite way to honor Sunday morning is to sleep in, watch CBS Sunday Morning (with its simple yet in-depth storytelling free of the distracting graphics and noise of other news programs) under the covers and then take my time to make an indulgent breakfast that takes longer than a few minutes to cook.

Fried eggs cooked over-well and sprinkled generously with Tabasco sauce, home fries – so simple to make, but absolutely delicious – and mini biscuits filled my tummy on this cold spring morning.  Breakfast in bed coupled with the New York Times completed this ideal and relaxing morning.

This Sunday morning is the perfect kickstart for the week ahead.

One of my Facebook friends – a dear, sweet soul – posted today that everyone around her was cranky and it was making her cranky.

I wonder if I telepathically projected my mood to her 3,000 miles away.

Today, I am cranky.

Maybe it’s the hour we lost yesterday.  Or that I’d gotten used to seeing daylight when I woke up, and today the sky was still dark.

Maybe it’s because I gave up meat for Lent and on the cafeteria menu this week is a Bacon Cheddar Hot Dog.  Just cruel.

Maybe it’s because last night when the faint waft of cranky was coming my way, I began plucking my brows and fell into a calm, meditative state as I cleaned up stray hairs.  That is, until from the corner of my eye I saw a gigantic bug walking down my bathroom wall.  So much for Zen.

Maybe I had trouble concentrating today because I’m dreaming of warm beaches and pina coladas and cabana boys who bring me salads with fresh lobster and crab.

Nah.

No reason, really.  I’m just in a mood.  So I’m indulging it.  Often the best way out is to go through, so I’m embracing the cranky.

I’m planning a night of pure comfort: a hot shower, then a grilled cheese with french fries for dinner, chased by a pack of Twizzlers and The Bachelor finale on TV.

Don’t judge me.  The Bachelor part especially.  🙂  I’m hoping it’ll turn my frown upside down.

Breakfast for dinner may be one of the most underrated comforts around.

Breakfast for dessert may be even better.

When you venture down to Clinton St. Baking Company & Restaurant, on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, you will almost assuredly find a long line and waiting time on the weekends during brunch hours.  And later for dinner.  But, it is unquestionably worth the wait.

First up for dinner were the fried green tomatoes:  perfectly fried and textured – crispy on the outside with a tangy creaminess inside.

Spicy shrimp over cheese grits was smothered in a creamy creole sauce.  Oh, and it came with more fried green tomatoes.  ‘Cause that’s how we roll here on the edge of goodness.

Crab cakes channel the classic Maryland recipe and come paired with sweet potato fries and coleslaw.  (Excuse the overexposed photo.  We were anxious to eat!)

February was Pancake Month at the Clinton St. Baking Company, and with it comes special concoctions all month long.  These are topped with poached pears, vanilla bean whipped cream and maple butter.  Heaven.

Finally, the famous wild Maine blueberry pancakes.  Lighter, airer and fluffier than your down comforter.  You’ll slather them in the accompanying warm maple butter, and you will wish you could bathe in it every night.

Or, you could just go to the restaurant and order up some.  Breakfast for dessert…try it sometime.  For goodness’ sakes.

Clinton Street Baking Company & Restaurant, 4 Clinton Street, New York, NY 10002

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