The move into my brother’s new apartment has taken a few days, it turns out, and Sunday afternoon was one part of the process.
After we’d finished unloading the first wave of boxes he’d packed in his car, Adam stepped out to grab more, while I organized his DVD collection into alphabetical order, reaching behind where the TV stand goes, onto the white built-in bookshelves next to the electric fireplace.
He came back, tense, still holding the plastic dish rack we’d decided he’d give me, and he told me his car had been towed.
The next 45 minutes or so, I spent alone with boxes and white walls, figuring out how the Brita water pitcher works, folding towels to put in the closet and looking at my silent cell phone, wishing someone would call me.
Once those matters were sufficiently taken care of, there was really nothing left to do but sit down in Adam’s soft leather chair, which is a beautiful shade of butterscotch caramel, watching the softly falling snow that would later turn this area into a winter wonderland, in April.
Sitting there, I was reminded of all those things that lurk at the back of your mind, quiet, waiting for you to slow down long enough to listen.
Things like home buying, and what do I want, should I buy, where should I buy, when should I buy, is now the right time; the movie Marley & Me, which I’d watched at my friend Jackie’s place the night before, crying through the entire last 20 minutes; the future and all of its unknowns, from work to living arrangements to relationships.
And then, largely, the fact that a few hours in my soft, fluffy down comforter would be about as close to perfect as things could get right now.
Anyway, by the time Adam called to say he was waiting outside, I’d settled on simpler concerns. Like how good some hot banana pudding would be later that night.
This pudding comes from Honey & Jam, a gorgeous food blog that I found recently, written by 18-year-old Hannah. It combines vanilla wafers with sliced bananas and a homemade vanilla pudding to make a soft, creamy dessert as sweet as childhood.
Most folks like to chill the pudding before serving, and by all means try that. I, however, am a strict fan of hot pudding, and I have to ask that you try it that way, too.
After you’ve spent time moving boxes, just seen your brother’s car towed and sat for a few hours in a chair, thinking about big things, you’ll be incredibly relieved to come home and eat spoonfuls of this simplicity, even if it’s accompanied by a frozen pizza, while you watch the blizzard outside.
About Shanna Mallon
Shanna holds an MA in writing from DePaul University. Her mantra? Restoring order and celebrating beauty through creative content, photography, and food. Shanna's work has been featured in Bon Appetit, The Kitchn, MSN.com, Everyday Health, Better Homes & Gardens, Houzz.com, Food News Journal, Food52, Zeit Magazine, Chew the World, Mom.me, Babble, Delish.com, Parade, Foodista, Entrepreneur and Ragan PR.