savourites #100
five tasty things for heavy times | favourite new bookshop | infallible soup
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I’m the stage of pregnant where kind people keep asking how I am feeling and I can only really reply in zoological terms. “Bovine”, “leviathan”, “elephantine”. That’s on the good days. On the bad ones, it is “hormonal” or, among friends, “rageful shebeast”. Many people have written about maternal rage - not me, because I rarely go to the page when I’m that incandescently angry - but it’s something I’ve been thinking about, let’s just put that out there.
Happily, a handful of my friends are currently in their first trimesters and, a bit like how newborn life shares similarities with the final throes of human existence, there’s a lot of overlap between the weirdness of the first and last weeks of pregnancy too. I feel so held by this coterie of similarly cross, hormonally ripe, bodily weird women. “Women shouldn’t be expected to gestate in the company of men,” I tap to a friend, one particularly febrile morning this week. We make the little virtual communes we can.
Anyway, all of this is to say that I wasn’t going to send a whole missive this week because frankly, I couldn’t be arsed. But there have been delicious glimmers I wanted to share with you, and so this is a list of small morsels for fractious, exhausted times, whether you’re gestating or not: