It seems that every year there's something I need--something I desperately want--that I search high and low for and can never find. How frustrating!
In 1999 it was long underwear so that Jon and I could sit outside and eat our PB & J sandwiches on homemade bread in Madison Square Park for lunch in December without freezing to death. We were
cheap frugal recent college grads and were pinching every penny until Lincoln screamed, which meant we brown-bagged it every day and did all we could to avoid eating in restaurants. The long underwear was supposed to be an investment, a way to stretch out how long we could go without having to pay for lunch in order to stay out of the cold. Of course, there was no long underwear to be found. That was The Great Long Underwear Hunt of 1999. But the following year was a bumper crop for waffle-knit long johns and long-sleeved thermal shirts. The stuff was everywhere, and by then we had gotten so used to eating outside in the dead of winter that it didn't matter anymore.
And so history repeats itself. This year I've been ducking into every Duane Reade, Rite Aid, and corner deli I pass trying to find cinnamon hearts for my Valentine's Day cookie recipe. And guess what: Rats...foiled again! I'm sure that next year--no, next month!--tiny red cinnamon hearts will fall from the sky instead of rain.
My plan for a Valentine's Day cookie has been put on hold, but I'll come up with something that I hope you'll love just as much as my unrealized original.