I don't blame you for throwing some shade in my direction when I tell you that I (gasp) ordered a recipe delivery box this week. Yeah, you heard me. I'm talking micro-portions of spices that I already obviously own. I'm talking plastic containers inside bags inside boxes. I'm talking two pre-measured tablespoons of Dijon mustard.

A new wave of super cool, super smart, and super talented women are in formation in kitchens everywhere, rocking their Polka Pants, and I am completely, shamelessly in their thrall.

The Mary Tyler Moore Show ended its run the year I was born, 1977, and yet that image of Mary tossing her hat in the air has somehow always been with me, a vision and a spirit I've channeled in certain moments of girlboss* jubilation. Turns out I was not alone.

Take a deep breath and consider the tiny indulgence of spreading a spoonful of that sunshine on your morning toast. You deserve it.

And here I go again…