i love

the fifth installment in a week-long series exploring the rituals of apologizing

i love || hobnobs

hobnobs cookies, i love you

because even though i am now gluten-free and couldn't eat you without getting all sick and broken out, you taste so unbelievably good that i still fall into a happy daydream when i spy you on the shelf at the parker + otis.

because i was eating you in a small-ish kitchen in london when i opened a letter from a longtime friend, one of those absolute highest-and-best friends.  it was a letter of apology for several years of unnamed troubles between us.  it was generous and loving and a total surprise.  and as i crunched away on your buttery deliciousness, i was both humbled and happy, and things got a lot more right in my world.