Smokey the Magnificent

Today I achieved another milestone of adulthood. I bought a bunch of bok choi, deliberately. Not because I mistook it for shmallows or anything. Full intent of wilting it into scrambled eggs, stir fries and similar dishes for the purposes of adding nutrients. $3.49.  Impressive, no? I felt a frisson of self-awe comparable only to the first time I looked at a cookie and decided I didn’t really need it, and the first time I mentioned querying an editor without feeling dizzyingly conscious of the glamour of this exercise. Self-awe comes pretty cheap round these parts, it must be said.