The perfect end to any bad day: you don’t remember what was so bad, you just remember what made it better. Many of my bad days are made better by food, whether it’s pizza rolls or sushi rolls.
A week or so ago, I had such a bad day that it justified getting a $15 carryout lunch from Lucky 32. For $15, I got a paper grocery bag full of goodies. My bread came with four patties of butter — one for each slice. My Crab and Corn Soup came with three tiny little ramekins — crab meat, sour cream, and chives. My Southern Chopped Cobb Salad came with two ramekins of creamy herb dressing and lasted me two days. And there were crackers popping out of every box and bag. Who can be in a bad mood after that?